A/N: Hello! ...#Goodbye!

Ghost woke up around 9:00 the next morning and got some breakfast. No one else was in the cafeteria, so he had a quiet breakfast. Sadly for him, that was about the only quiet he would get for the rest of the day. He finished quickly and went to the rec room. All activity stopped when he walked into the room.

"What?" He asked, wondering why everyone had stopped what they were doing.

Then he was bombarded with questions about what Roach told him last night and if Roach told him anything at all. He felt like a famous person being attacked by the paparazzi.

"SHUT IT!" He yelled.

Everyone was quiet.

"What the bloody hell is wrong with you?" He asked them.

"Did Roach tell you anything?" Toad asked anxiously, putting the book he was reading down.

"Yes."

"How do you know he wasn't feeding you shit?" Price asked.

"Because I just do. Roach is a damn good actor, but even he's not that good."

"What did he tell you?" Kick asked.

"I'm not telling you. He said not to tell anyone."

"What?! Why not?!" Logan asked.

"Because it took us nearly two weeks to get him to tell someone about the nightmares and now he has. It shows that he trusts me and I'm not gonna break his trust."

"But... but you have to tell us!" Hesh said stubbornly.

"Who said so? I'll tell Price and MacTavish later, I trust they won't spread word about it."

Price and MacTavish smiled, happy that they would be told about it later.

"Please tell me!" Keegan said.

"No, I'd rather not have Roach murder me, thanks." He smiled before leaving the room.

He walked down the hallway that lead to Roach's room. When he got there, he saw that Archer was already in there.

"Hi Ghost." Roach said, seemingly in a bad mood.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked, smiling and messing up his hair

Roach made a face and fixed his hair. It was getting long, going down into his eyes. They would need to cut it soon, Ghost thought absently.

"He's just mad because I'm gonna remove the stitches in his arm." Archer said, getting things ready.

"Yeah, whatever," Roach said to him, "This is why I hate doctors."

"Hey! I heard that!"

"That was kind of the point, dumbass!"

"You shouldn't call me names! It's not nice!" Archer said, setting a tray of supplies down.

"You two are like an old married couple. Always arguing." Ghost said, shaking his head and laughing at the face Roach made.

"Will you sit with him and try to keep him still for me?" Archer asked.

He saw Roach roll his eyes and smiled.

"Sure."

He sat on the table beside Roach and held his arm in the position Archer told him to. He kept Roach talking while Archer started removing the stitches.

"Did you sleep okay last night?"

Roach nodded, trying to keep his eyes away from the scissors by his arm. Honestly, he hadn't gotten much sleep last night, and it probably showed in his eyes, but he didn't trust himself to speak right now. Archer slid the scissors under the first suture and cut it. Then he got the tweezers and pulled the stitch out. He felt Roach tense, knowing he hated the feeling of things being pulled through his skin. He moved on to the next one and repeated the process. There were 18 stitches in this cut, so if Roach didn't sit still, this could take a while. That's why he had asked Ghost to keep him distracted while he worked.

They continued talking and he hurried, but was careful. He was glad he asked Ghost for help, because he was already halfway done. Removing stitches didn't take long if the patient was sitting still, but it could take over an hour if they kept moving, which was usually what Roach did. He just couldn't sit still. But since Ghost was there, keeping his arm still and talking to him it didn't take long for him to finish.

"See? That wasn't so bad." Archer said as he started cleaning everything up.

"It feels uncomfortable! I don't like it!" Roach said with a shudder.

"Well, the stitches in your leg are coming out tomorrow, and there's 39 of them. So if you don't sit still, it'll take forever."

"Wow, there's 39? That's a lot." Ghosts said, surprised at how many there were.

"Yeah, that's another reason why it took me so long to finish when we got here."

"So what are we gonna do now?" Roach asked curiously.

"You're not doing anything until you take your meds and get some breakfast." Archer said sternly.

Roach rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"I'm not hungry, I'll eat later."

"No, dude, you lost like fifty pounds. You need to eat."

"Says the one who dropped me on the floor and gave me a concussion." He said sarcastically.

Archer ignored him and went to go get his meds. He found the bottle of pain meds and the Alprazolam. He wondered if Roach would refuse to take them. He knew he couldn't lie to him, it was practically impossible, but yet he couldn't see him willingly taking meds to help with stress... He hoped it would help with the nightmares too. Nightmares were often caused by stress and if the Alprazolam helped lower Roach's stress level, maybe it would make the nightmares less frequent. He brought them back to the room and set them on the table in front of Roach.

"What are those?" He asked, clearly suspicious of his motives.

Archer took two pills from the bottle of pain meds and put them in a small cup.

"These are your pain meds." He replied, handing him the cup.

Then he grabbed the bottle of Alprazolam and took one pill from it. He put it into another small cup. He looked up and saw Roach narrow his eyes at him as he finished downing the pain meds.

"This is Alprazolam. It helps with stress."

Roach raised his eyebrows and gave him a look that said, 'Do you really think I'm gonna take that?'

"Why should I take that?"

"Because you've been stressed out ever since we got here and this should help."

"Sorry Archer, but I don't feel like waking up blind tomorrow."

"That can't happen. That's not even one of the side effects."

"What are they then? Will I wake up without a foot? Or an arm?" Roach asked, his eyes wide.

Archer laughed at his wild imagination.

"No, that's not even possible. You might, and might means there is a very slim chance, have some drowsiness and blurred vision. But you probably won't."

"What's the point of taking it?"

"I've already told you, to help with stress."

"No, there's another reason. I can see it all over your face."

Archer sighed, knowing he would find out.

"You've been stressed, and in many cases, stress can cause nightmares. I'm hoping that the Alprazolam will lower your stress level and make the nightmares less frequent."

Roach considered it. He hated the nightmares because they scared the shit out of him and reminded him of the fact that John was still out there somewhere, probably looking for him. And he usually had more flashbacks after a nightmare, as he had last night. He hadn't had any yet today, but he was still nervous that it would happen. If it didn't help, he could always refuse to take it, but then Archer would probably find a way to force him to. But, he really couldn't think of a reason not to take it. He could feel Ghost and Archer looking at him, waiting for a decision to be made.

"Fine." He said, awkwardly grabbing the cup with his left hand and taking the pill.

He ate about half of his breakfast before he felt full and wanted to go to the rec room. Archer had given him a displeased look when he saw he only ate half of his breakfast, but he ignored him. Archer managed to get him a wheelchair and he went to the rec room. Although, he refused to let anyone push him. He pushed himself in the wheelchair using his left arm. It was a bit slow and he wished he could use both arms, but it felt good to be in control. He didn't like it when someone else was in control of what he did or where he went, that's part of the reason why he hated doctors and hospitals.

He yawned, exhausted. It was strange. A while after taking his pain meds, he started to feel really tired... When he got to the rec room, the smell of alcohol hit him like a wall. Everyone in there had a beer. He shivered when he thought of John drinking and remembered how angry he used to get. Ghost was sitting on the couch. He laid down on the couch beside him and put his feet in his lap. Ghost looked at him, but otherwise didn't seem to care.

"Hey Roach! You want a beer?" Toad asked, holding one out for him.

"No thanks."

"Why not?" Kick asked, taking a sip from his beer.

"Dude, I'm not even old enough."

"Who gives a fuck? It's not like the cops are around." Hesh said.

"I don't care about the cops, I'm just not in the mood." He said, closing his eyes but trying not to fall asleep.

"What do you mean 'not in the mood'? ...Oh, I get it! Have you never drunk before?" Keegan asked curiously.

"Hey! I just said I wasn't in the mood, why are you assuming things?" Roach snapped.

"You haven't! Oh, this is gonna be fun." Logan laughed.

Roach made a face, not liking the smell of alcohol. His stomach churned as bad memories of John flashed through his mind.

"You look like your gonna be sick, what's wrong?" Ghost asked, looking at his face.

He waved a hand at him in response and Ghost gave him a puzzled look.

"Why are you so tired? You got sleep last night."

He sat there for a few moments, waiting for a response, but he didn't get any. After a while, he felt Roach relax and heard his breathing even out.

Is he sleeping? Why the hell is he sleeping? I thought he got sleep last night...

"Roach?" He asked, leaning forward and gently patting his face.

Roach remained completely still, he didn't even twitch.

"Dude, is he sleeping?" Toad asked mischievously.

"I think so. It's weird though. Usually if you touch him while he's sleeping, he'll flinch or react somehow. He won't do anything now..."

Toad grinned and walked over to Roach. He started messing with his hair, braiding it and giggling when Roach didn't do anything.

"How old are you, five? Don't braid his hair..." Ghost said, swatting his hands away and fixing Roach's hair.

Archer walked in, looking around as if he were searching for something.

"Roach, I think I gave you the wrong-"

He stopped in mid-sentence when he saw Roach sleeping, his legs in Ghost's lap.

"Oh... I guess I did give him the wrong ones..." He mumbled, coming over and looking at Roach.

"What do you mean?" Price asked.

Archer rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"I accidentally gave him the wrong pain meds... and they kind of knocked him out..."

"Well no wonder he won't react to anything. Yay! That means we get to mess with Roach!" Toad said happily.

"No! Don't mess with him! He won't be out for that long and he'll kill you if you mess with him."

"Not if he's unconscious." Hesh said thoughtfully.

"Ugh. Fine, mess with him if you want to, but when he wakes up and kills you all I'm not gonna blame him. And don't do anything stupid. If you hurt him I'm gonna be pissed."

"Roach is right, you really are a pain in the ass. We are very responsible people, we would never hurt him." Soap said sarcastically.

Archer shook his head, grabbed a beer, and sat down. He was too tired to argue with them right now.

A/N: Hi! I know it's getting boring guys, but I did hint at John looking for him... so watch out... But anyways, I got bored halfway through this chapter and then the evil side of my mind was all like, "Why don't you knock Roach out? That's always fun and entertaining." So I did. And it was fun so you guys aren't allowed to judge me. Nope. But, you can review. That'd be nice... Happy New Years! IT'S 2016! :P