"Everyone has lost a loved one, or will lose someone. I lost my brother," She tells him, straightening up slight as she maintains her composure.
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He frowns slightly, "Sorry about your loss." He says quietly.
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She shakes her head, "It's not your fault. And neither is Alice's death. You have to forgive yourself." She tells him gently. "I know its hard. I really do," She tells him softly.
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He nodded quietly, pulling his good knee up to his chest and burying his face in it. "I feel like a damn teenager all over again." He mutters quietly, letting out a sigh.
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"You'll get through it. I promise. I can show you the hospital chapel if you want... Praying always helped me," She offers to him, wanting him to realize that he is never alone.
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He holds in a derisive snort but he calmly shakes his head. "No, thank you for the offer though. I'm not very religious." He tells her quietly.
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She purses her lips, "That's fine. Its just something to consider." She tells him, not wanting to push him out of his comfort zone while she was gaining his trust.
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He opened his mouth to speak, but he shut it quickly. That was too much to ask from her. She was only a physical therapist after all, not someone said to care for him so he shook the thought away.
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She gives him a curious look for a moment, her chocolate eyes scanning his face, "Do you feel okay now?" She asks him softly, wanting to make sure before she continues her rounds.
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He nods, "Yeah... I'll be okay." He says, sitting up as he reaches over to the nightstand. He pulls out a small pocket knife. "Take this though. I.... I don't trust myself right now."
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She nods, standing and taking the knife from him. "If you need anything just holler for Poppi if I'm not available. He will give you a hand with anything." She tells Charles softly, slipping the knife in her pocket to lock it in her lock box at home tonight.
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He nods his thanks, letting out a soft sigh as he studied her for a few moments. He was simply trying to figure out her reasons for being so nice. He knew that he wasn't the best person to be able to keep a calm facade with.
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She returns the curious look before giving him a smile, "I'll check in here in a few hours. Lets try to minimize holes please," she says with a quiet laugh. She then slips out of his room, wondering if she should maybe take him up to the psych ward. She touches his pocket knife, glad that he gave it up.
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He nods slightly, smiling slightly before he laid back on the bed once more. He closed his eyes, folding his arms over his chest before falling asleep.
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She resumes her rounds, going through the list of remaining patients, thinking to herself for a moment while she is walking to a different room to help a patient of hers wheel himself out to the area where she had worked with Charles earlier.
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It didn't take to long before he'd bolted up in his sleep, his back drenched in a cold sweat as he shivered. "Damn it all." He whispered, running a shaky hand through his hair.
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She is greeted with a welcomed smile, giving him a smile in return as he rolls himself out of his room, knowing the routine by now. She notes his vast improvements after being here for a couple of months. Being in a wheelchair, she has to use a different approach than what is normally the case, often using water therapy with to give him some sensation in his legs.
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He made his way back out of his room, too wired to sleep. He sits down on a bench in the small patio outside as he stared up at the sky.
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They go down stairs into the water therapy room where there is a large pool five foot deep to use. She goes into one locker room and has one of the nurses to help him change into the appropriate attire.
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He made his way down to where the pool was, watching quietly as he gnawed on the inside of his cheek as he mused to himself.