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After two weeks, Intern 2 is released on crutches, with instructions to take it easy and to not put too much stress on his lungs.

"You'll be staying with me." Scene decides, slowly stopping at his apartment on Saturday evening. "I'll help you pack some clothes and everything, then you come to my apartment."

"And in the morning, we're going to church." Intern 2 says. Scene smiles, but as Intern 2 carefully gets out on his crutches, she frowns slightly. She's never been to church. Would like that like people like her? And what is "that"? Pretentious? Rude? Judging? These are the things her uncle said when she stayed with him for a year as a kid.

For the first year after her parents died, she stayed with her Uncle Simon. Simon wasn't even her godfather, but he was her only living relative, so the government sent her to his house in Oklahoma, two days after her eighth birthday. He was an alcoholic, but for the first couple months he tried for her. But when he got home at seven every night, she'd run out of her room to say hello, oblivious to how much he disliked her. And every night he'd pat her head in a friendly way, go to the kitchen, and pull out that large bottle. The little eight-year-old, on top of being dyslexic, was still learning to read.

"What's Wishy?" I asked; it wasn't the first night; matter of fact, it had been happening every night for a long time. I just started to wonder, though. I wasn't sure if it said Wishy, but it kind of looked like that.

"It's like your juice boxes for adults. But you don't want it now; with your disability and situation, I'm sure you'll be drinking plenty of it when you're older." Uncle Simon said rudely; I was used to it. Uncle Simon was always grouchy and shout-y. I didn't know what disability meant, but I loved my juice boxes. So grown-ups must love Wishy! And if I'd drink it because of my disability, then my disability must be super cool! Maybe it was like a superpower! Although, no one had ever been happy when they said the word disability.

I decided my teacher would love to know I had a disability, both my normal one and the one who only helped me and a couple other kids. I decided to draw a big picture of a juice box next to the Wishy. I turned it in, and my teacher asked what it was. I proudly yelled out "Wishy! Uncle Simon drinks it and he said I will too when I'm a grown up!" After a couple meetings, I got moved to an even grouchier family.

When she was twelve, she thought back and realized what was really going on then.

"Scene, you coming?" Intern 2 asks. Scene snaps back out of her memories, and realizes she was just standing there for a minute. She shakes her head and walks over, helping the injured man unlock the door.

Intern 2 flips the light switch on, and Scene looks around. It's a small apartment, with just the small living room, bath room, and a small kitchen. The only furniture is a couch, a coffee table, and the tiny TV. There's a vented door on the wall of the living room that Scene assumes is a closet.

"Where's your bed?" Scene asks.

"The couch." Intern 2 says. "It's actually really comfortable. Anyway, I guess I'll give you a tour. There's the bathroom over there, shower but no bath, kitchen over here, and the closet is over there."

"I'll get your suitcase, then?" Scene asks. Intern 2 nods. Scene opens the closet. There's a higher shelf, on it sits four small boxes labeled "REGULAR PANTS", "RELAXING PANTS", "SHORTS", "SWEATERVESTS" and "TIES AND SOCKS", the ties and socks being the only larger one. Underneath the shelf there's about nine shirts hung on a bar with hangers. On the floor of the closet, there's one pair of shoes, which are sneakers -he's wearing his only other pair- and a box labeled "Office Supplies". Of course. A whole box just for that. Next to the box is his suitcase.

"So you just sit, I'll pack for you." Scene says. Intern 2 almost argues, but Scene gives him a glare that says he better sit. Unsure of how long he'll be staying with her, she packs three sweater vests and three shirts to go under, two pairs of regular pants, a pair of relaxing pants, the lone t-shirt and of course socks and ties to go with. For good luck, she throws in a pad of sticky notes.

"We're done!" She squeaks.

"Okay, I will just go get my hygiene care, and we'll head to your place." Intern 2 disappears into the bathroom for a moment, then returns. Scene takes his toothbrush and toothpaste and zips them in a Ziploc bag before putting them in his suitcase.

At her place, Scene puts him on the couch, with his suitcase right next to it. Once he's settled with his leg resting on a tower of four pillows, held with a blanket, she made him, she snuggles up to him.

"I'm glad you're here." Scene says. After a couple minutes, she looks up at him, as she is snuggled into his side. He smiles at her, brown eyes as inviting as ever. She sits up, lips parted ever so slightly, and leans in. Their lips meeting, and, despite being surprisingly cold, Intern 2's seem to belong on hers. She leans into the kiss, heart walloping against the inside of her chest, until Intern 2 pulls away slightly, face still not an inch away from hers.

"That was...unexpected." He says.

"Yeah." Scene agrees. Intern 2 grins, and kisses her nose. She giggles, her entire body feeling warm. She wraps her arms around his torso, and he puts his arm back around her shoulders. She leans against his slowly rising and falling chest, trying to stay still. She actually kissed him! She buries her face in his shirt, never feeling happier to be with him. Her body still shaking with joy, she kisses his cheek. His face feels hot, not in embarrassment, but in felicity.

After a little while, he yawns, and she realizes how tired she is, also. He leaves to get ready for bed in the bathroom, and she goes to her room. She changes out of her Fall Out Boy shirt and black jeans, and into a tank top and dinosaur shorts. She walks out, and Intern 2 is still in the bathroom. Just as she knocks, he opens it. Scene sighs sadly when he walks out in pajama pants with no shirt, revealing how underweight he is. She could tell before, but now it's really obvious. She adds that to her mental check off list. Get him healthy.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

"Nothing. I'm gonna brush my teeth." Scene walks past him into the bathroom. She shuts the door, but hears him sigh.

"I need to talk to her about this."

Hey! Muffin. I'm still here. Yeah. You're not getting rid of me.

Anyway, I want opinions, and from ALL my readers. Only about a third of my followers on this story actually review regularly, but I want all your opinions.

Anyway, the suggestion is that at the end of this story, some short time later, I have a sequel. I can't give away much without spoiling the end of this story, but it would be the same, I don't know, universe, I guess? So, would you be interested? If reviewing is too much time, just say "Yes" for a sequel, "no" for none. :3