"Next please." Once the receptionist said that in a soft tone, Lincoln approached the desk.

  "Hi, Myra" -he pces his right hand on top of the desk- "I didn't know you were going to be working this early today."

  "Yeah." She sighs. "Unfortunately I had to come in early 'cause Tarrin is sick," Myra says before she picks up a green folder, throws it into the lowest compartment on her right-hand side, and then closes it with it making a loud metallic bang.

  "I guess your shift hasn't been too good?" Myra gives him a death stare. "That bad huh?"

  "Yes, that bad. I think you should know by now that I'm not a morning person. I've been here for an hour. One hour, and I have had coffee spill onto my shirt cause no one wants to look where they're going. Then when I came to sit down I got a nice present from Tarrin. Do you want to know what that present was? His old gum stuck on the bottom of my shoe. Rrrrrrrrrrrr I'm gonna kill that man. And. AND for the berry on top-"

  "Don't you mean cherry?" Lincoln interrupts trying to be helpful but Myra just stares at him, ready to take his head off. "I'm sorry. Continue."

  "And for the cherry on top, I had three annoying patients come up to me. The first one came to compin rudely about how he wanted to be moved to a different ward. The second person shouted at me. Spitting all over the pce compining about the food and how bad it is like I'm the cook. And then the third person was just AAAAAAAAH" -she imitates strangling someone and then pauses- "I just can't. Not today." She takes a deep breath and recomposes herself. "So what is that you want today? And it better not be a compint," she says, still slightly worked up from her rant.

  "I wanted to sign out."

  "Ah, I see," she says before she hands him a clipboard that has a sign-out sheet attached to it. "Put your name here, tick the box that you're leaving, put the time, and sign," Myra says before she hands him a pen. "Wait." She looks beside him for a quick second. "Where's your sister? Isn't she going to take you home?"

  "Nah she isn't here" -hands the clipboard back to her- "She's probably at home sleeping. See ya. Hopefully, the rest of your shift is decent," Lincoln says as he walks away.

  "Yeah, hopefully. See ya. Oh yeah, try not to get yourself so badly beaten up the next time," Myra shouts in a concerned tone making sure he heard her.

  Yeah yeah. He thinks. He then looked around to see if that boy and girl were still sitting on the blue chairs but they weren't. Not being able to see them he thinks. I guess they got called in by the doctor. As he walks out of the hospital he felt the cold morning breeze hit his face. The temperature was at twenty-three degrees which was fine with him as he enjoyed the cold. The only thing he could hear was the sound of erions in their nest chirping away, some people walking past and an ambunce pulling into a designated parking zone. But it wasn't too noisy to put him in a bad mood.

  "Hey." Lincoln turns his head to the right to see Darcy smoking. "Are you heading home?" She asks while sitting on the wooden bench while wearing her pure bck fluffy coat.

  "Yeah. Is that boy being seen by a doctor?"

  "If you mean my brother then. Nah, not yet. He tried to approach you again but got scared again and walked away. I asked him where he was going and he said he's going to get water." *Voom* As Darcy was taking another drag from her cigarette, the entrance doors opened and her brother came running out saying.

  "Sis the doc-"

  "Ah speak of the devil." She waves over to him to come over to them. "Come and say hello," she says.

  "H-H-Hello." Darcy's brother says quietly while he sweats and his heart beats like crazy as to him Lincoln was pretty much a legend.

  "Hello, it's nice to meet you. What's your name?" Asks Lincoln before he holds his hand out with a smile.

  "Randell. I-I-I'm a big fan," he responds while shaking his hand nervously. They shook each other's hands four times before they let go. Not being able to believe he was shaking Lincoln's hand, he thinks. I can't believe it! I'm shaking Lincoln Perkins's hand! Be cool, beeee cool. Lincoln then says.

  "Thanks, I hope you continue to support me in the future," Lincoln says with a smile.

  "OF COURSE I WILL!" Randell shouts happily which makes Lincoln chuckle. Realizing he had been shouting he thought that Lincoln would think he was weird but he didn't at all.

  "No need to be so nervous. Is there anything you want me to sign?" Asks Lincoln.

  "Can you sign my cast and shirt?" Randell replies nervously.

  "Sure I don't see why not." After Lincoln said that he pulled a bck marker out of his rucksack side pocket and signed his shirt. When he was going to sign his cast he asked. "So how did you get injured?" Randell averted his eyes, looked down toward the ground, and said.

  "I fell while I was at school."

  "I see," Lincoln chuckles as he has used that same old lie to hide the fact that he had got into a fight. Everyone has. It's gotten to the point that no parent or older sibling believes the 'Oh I fell at school' excuse especially if they avert their eyes like he did. "So who won?" He asks after he finishes doing his signature.

  "Huh?"

  "At school who won? Don't tell me you lost," Lincoln says in a tone that gives the impression that he would be disappointed if he found out he lost. Not wanting to sound like a wimp Randell says.

  "Of course, I didn't. I got a couple of good hits in but as I went for a punch. He avoided it and then put my arm in a submission lock. It hurt like hell but I didn't give up... Well until-"

  "Let me guess. Until he snapped your arm." Lincoln finished his sentence. Without understanding what Lincoln had done, he just went and said.

  "Yeah," without thinking.

  "Ooooh, so that's what happened hmmm." After hearing Darcy say that he felt like she did some sort of magic spell to conceal her presence, and then came out of the shadows to catch him out. But that wasn't the case at all. He just got too caught up in trying to impress Lincoln.

  "I'm sorry." Now saying what actually happened he thought that he would get told off by her.

  "It's fine you don't have to say sorry," Lincoln says as he rubs the top of Randell's light brown hair. "These things happen." He pauses rubbing his hair and just has his hand on top of his head. "The next thing I'm gonna say to you may sound like I'm being a hypocrite with what has happened to me in the past but you should learn your limits. If it seems like you're gonna get seriously hurt or injured it's okay to tap out," Lincoln tells Randell in a comforting tone, not wanting to sound mad at him.

  "Okay I understand," Randell says feeling less nervous now that he told the truth about what happened to his arm.

  "Woah woah woah. What did you do to my brother because you're not him? He wouldn't just listen to someone who's trying to teach him something just like that," Darcy speaks up in a mocking tone.

  "Shut up," Randell says, which makes Lincoln chuckle again while he puts his signature on his cast. Randell looks down to look at his cast. "Awesome," he mutters to himself.

  "Are you sure you don't want me to also write anything in particur?"

  "A signature will be enough. I-I can't be too greedy," Randell says, which makes Lincoln ugh. Shit, did I say something embarrassing? Yep, I definitely did. Randell thinks to himself.

  "Don't worry. You didn't say anything weird. It's just that you aren't being greedy for just asking for a personalized message," Lincoln replies. Without a second going by Randell says.

  "T-T-Then can you write, keep doing what you're doing and you'll become a star." Darcy burst out ughing. "Don't ugh," he snaps as starts to go a little red. After a few seconds, Lincoln finishes writing the custom message on his cast. Without any control of his mouth, he whispered the words awesome again and had a huge smile on his face. "Can I ask for one more thing?"

  "Sure, go ahead," Lincoln responded.

  "Before I have to get seen by the doctor can we take a couple of photos together?" Randell says with his eyes closed and fingers crossed. Wishing Lincoln says yes.

  "I have no problem with that," Lincoln says. Which made Randell whisper awesome once more and shake with excitement.

  "Here" -Darcy puts out her cigarette- "I'll take the picture," Darcy says as she pulls out Randell's phone and gets ready to take the first picture. Both Lincoln and Randell both stood together before she said. "Three, two, one." And took the first picture of many. The second one she took was off Lincoln carrying Randell on his shoulders and having his arms in the air. The third picture was of Lincoln having Randell in a pyful headlock and them both smiling. Then the st picture they took was of Lincoln on the floor with Randell having one foot on top of him while flexing his skinny arms and a massive grin on his face. *Voom* As they were about to take another picture the entrance opened up and Myra came out to see them taking pictures.

  "Sorry to ruin your guy's fun but the doctor is ready to see Randell now," she says with an innocent smile.

  "Come you let's go you," Darcy says as she pops his phone back into her jeans front pocket.

  "Okay," Randell replies sadly as he doesn't want to go now that he got the chance to speak to Lincoln. A chance that most people didn't get to have. But he was also at that age where he knew fun could come to an end just like that.

  "Hey, Randell." Randell stops walking and turns to face Lincoln. "I hope you continue to support me," Lincoln says.

  "Of course, I will. No matter if you lose a thousand more times. See ya," Randell shouts happily as he goes back inside with Darcy and Myra. Once Lincoln reaches the bottom of the steps he pops in his headphones, pulls up his bck hood over his head. Pops on some music and starts jogging in the opposite way of where his house was.