Voices, he heard them. There were three, maybe four of them. One of them was female, the others male and all unfamiliar. He strained his hearing but could hear no more than the garbled tones of the voices. They were different in pitch and volume, the woman's voice seemed louder than most and if he could measure the incoherent squawking against an emotion he would have called it a mixture of anger and disdain.

He was only glad that he was sure that he voice he heard wasn't Lily's, or almost better still, Robyn's.

Robyn.

Where was she?

In fact, where was he?

The last he'd remembered he was in her house, on her sofa. He could vaguely remember through the haze of the pain that had throbbed through his body at the time that he'd been surrounded by men in black uniforms. They'd watched him closely, almost as though they were weary of his every movement regardless of how small. Somehow while he and Robyn had been looking at each other he had fallen asleep. She'd made him go to sleep somehow. Now he was somewhere else and switching the focus of his attention from his hearing he realised his pain had dulled though he was still cautious of making sudden movements in case of another wave of agony that could drag him back into the realms of sleep. If that happened there was no telling where he may then have awoken.

Though he was almost lost in thought he didn't fail to detect the sound of motion very close by him and the muted groan that followed it. Unable to resist his curiosity, Morgan slowly allowed his eyes to open.

"Ah, you're awake," A familiar male voice said to him, "I was almost starting to wonder what my next move would be if you didn't wake up."

Morgan turned his head to face his interlocutor, puzzled by the meaning of the previous statement and the possible implications his not waking up may have had on his future his eyes searched the man for answers.

The man returned Morgan's questioning look with a reassuring smile, "I didn't mean that in a bad way. You're staying depended on you waking up; if you'd been deeply unconscious or worse I don't know where else I could have taken you."

This statement caused Morgan to let out an almost undetectable sigh of relief. Breathing deeply he willed his voice to work as he spoke.

"You're the man who helped me by the bridge, who brought me here." He croaked.

"That's right," Doctor Cole nodded, "I'm Doctor Cole, you could call me Lazytown's almost official physician. I found you, brought you to Robyn's house and helped them move you here. I've dressed your wounds and administered some pain relief. You were badly beaten as I'm sure you're well aware but in time, you will heal."

"Why did you help me?"

"As a Doctor it's one of my principle duties to help those in need no matter who they are, even if they're murderers. It's not my most favourite part of the job, being obliged to help cold blooded killers, but if I didn't do it I'd be undoing everything I've dedicated my life to."

Morgan took in the Doctor's words and they struck a chord deep within him, licking his cracked lips he decided to ask the question that had plagued his mind since the Doctor had mentioned his being 'here'.

"Where am I?"

"You're at the town Mayor's house. He kindly suggested that you are cared for here as he has a bit more room here than they have at Robyn's. Now you're awake, I'll hand you over to their capable hands and go home." Doctor Cole stood, tipped his head in farewell and turned to leave the room. Pausing just inside the threshold of the door he turned back to face Morgan, "But let me tell you, even though the primary statute of the Hippocratic Oath is 'to do no harm' if I hear you've hurt anyone in this house it won't stop me from accidentally giving you one or two doses more of painkillers than I should give you."

Once Doctor Cole was satisfied that his warning to the young man before him had sunk in and been understood he turned again and left the room. On his short journey down the corridor to the kitchen he was disconcerted with the fact that his final words to Morgan sickened him.

"I've been in this job too long," He muttered to himself as he walked into the kitchen.