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Chapter 3:

Paige internally rolled her eyes at the cheesy, unhelping grin Toby shot her way, and knocked.

"Rule number 21."

She jumped at the ready answer, and looked down at the paper.

Rule 21: Knocking is prohibited, use the buzzer to the left of the door.

"Great." Paige mumbled under her breath, pressing the buzzer and hearing a humming noise on the other side of the door.

Walter's voice became louder as she opened the door, "Come in. Maybe you should read the paper before you do something extremely detrimental to your job."

Paige resisted the urge to shoot back a snarky comment, "I just came to ask you if you needed any help getting to Dinner?"

"Getting to dinner?" Walter forced out a very fake laugh, "Mrs. Dineen, I don't know if you understand yet, but I never associate with anyone in this place. Dinner comes to me. My usual menu is on the door, today is Tuesday, is it not?"

Paige gritted her teeth, "Yes sir it is, I'll have your dinner right after I help the others get to the dining hall."

"Normally I am fed first-"

This time, Paige cut off Walter, "But that wouldn't be fair to the other two patients here, even though you have a very strange, unhealthy sense of entitlement surrounding you, there are other people in this ward and I don't know how your last orderly treated you, but I certainly won't be giving you as much special attention."

With that, Paige walked out, a sick feeling growing in her stomach.

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After 5 minutes of trying desperately to get Sylvester thru the door, Paige realized she had absolutely no clue what she was doing.

"Come on Sylvester...the food's getting cold and I still have to get Happy."

No movement came from the large man on the bed.

Paige was on the verge of tears, "Look, Sly, it's my first day...I don't know what I'm doing here. Please...help me out?"

When there was no response, Paige leaned heavily on the doorframe, head burrowed in her arm.

Moments passed.

"Move."

Paige jumped, just in time to see Happy push past. Fear shot thru the woman, fear that Happy was going to hurt Sylvester, that she would do something-

Then she stopped.

Happy put on the gloves and pulled the small car from before out of her pocket. "Sly, look at me." The car was waved in front of Sylvester, his eyes lit up immediately, and he looked up at Happy expectantly.

"They have your favorite pudding today...you comin?"

Sylvester slung his legs over the bed using his leverage to pull himself up. "Pudding?" He asked softly.

Happy smiled, "Yeah man, pudding. That Tapioca kind you love. Now I'm hungry, so can we go?"

"Pudding."

"Yeah Sly, and its running out."

Paige stood, stunned for a moment, before walking quickly after the two. Happy called over her shoulder, "You need to take care of Sylvester during eating times, I'll show you."

A small corner table was empty, only two small benches occupying it. One of these benches had a canister of disinfectant wipes and hand sanitizer next to it, plastic spork and plate already there. Sylvester stood waiting, as Happy took a wipe and cleaned the metal bench, the table, plate, and spork, all with a different wipe, making a pile. "I'll get him food, you stay here."

Before Paige could protest, happy had taken the plate and headed to the long line of patients surrounding the table that held plates of food. Sylvester sat down heavily, moving his large hands uncomfortably inside the undersized gloves Paige had helped squish onto him.

Paige sighed, "I'm sorry they ran out of gloves, I'll ask about them later."

He didn't seem to hear her, his eyes glued onto Happy's small back.

In a few moments, Happy placed a plate of food on her spot and Sylvester's spot. He in turn, picked up his spork and began eating, which was a very strange ritual.

Take a bite, set down the utensil, take a squirt of hand sanitizer, wipe off hands, pick up drink, take a drink, set down drink, clean hands, take a bite, clean, take a drink, clean.

Paige became so fascinated with this, she was startled when Happy said, "Did you already get Walter his food?"

In a panic, Paige rushed to the table, picked up a plate and flew down the hallway, spork in her other hand. She buzzed the door, opening it as soon as she heard what started as 'C.' "I'm so sorry I forgot, I was helping Sylvester and Happy had to get him out of his room and...I...came as fast..." She trailed off. Walter was sitting up in bed, head in his hands, breathing hard.

Paige knew a flashback when she saw one.

She put the plate on the small bedside table and winced as he jumped at the noise the plastic spork made. "Walter?" She asked quietly, moving around to his front.

His eyes were wide, his breathing fast and uneven. His hands were clutched to his head, curly hair doused in sweat. Maternal instincts kicked in, Paige kneeled down in front of him and put her hands on his face, "Look at me Walter." She murmured, "Wherever you are right now, it's not real."

"Becca."

His voice was strained, eyes brimming with tears. Paige brought herself closer, "Breath, Walter, it's all done now."

"R...Rebecca?"

This time, it was a question. Paige shook her head gently, "She's gone, Walter."

His head met her shoulder, and the sobs rocked his body.

Paige rubbed his back with her free hand, the other hand holding the back of his neck. Her eyes looked up as footsteps halted at the door.

Toby smiled sadly from the doorway. Without a word, he turned and walked away.

She had this under control.

And that was the moment, Toby knew everything was going to be alright.