"I'm looking for a Doctor Schneeplestien, is he here?!"

The receptionist calmly looked up at me from the book that they were reading before pointing down the hall, returning to their book as I strode off to find the German.

"Henrik? Hello?" I called out as I went down the hall, peeking into a few of the rooms that didn't have their doors shut.

I could feel my hope dwindling as I reached the end of the hall, my heart pounding in my ears as I reached the last door and hesitantly cracked the door open.

Henrik, the best doctor and friend, was lying in bed hooked up to various different IV tubes that provided him with nutrients as well as a heart monitor.

"What happened?" I whispered in remorse under my breath, taking a hesitant step towards the bed.

"I'm sorry, who are you?"

A dark haired male with a lab coat stood up off of the edge of Henrik's bed and strode towards me, causing me to retreat back a step with my hands held up in surrender.

"My name is Jameson, I'm here to see Henrik." I explained hastily, the dark haired male's expression shifting from anger to disbelief.

"But...you're supposed to be dead, and I was told that you're a mute!" He exclaimed as Henrik shifted slightly in his sleep, a soft groan escaping his lips.

"Well I'm not either anymore, now let me see him." I shot back impatiently, shoving past the doctor to see my friend.

"Wait," The doctor gripped my shoulder and forced me to stop in my tracks, waiting until I turned to look at him before he continued.

"If he sees you alive after years of being dead, you'll shatter the last of his sanity."

I contemplated his words as Henrik's eyes started to flutter open, his skin deathly pale and torso skinnier than I remembered it being the last time I saw him.

"What if it helps to see me?" I countered as the doctor ushered me towards the door with an apologetic expression.

"I'm sorry, but I can't risk that...I've already seen someone I know go through that same pain."

Before I could open my mouth and press the subject, the doctor pushed me out of the room and shut the door in my face much to my irritation.

I pressed my ear and listened to the doctor talk to Henrik, conflicted thoughts whirling through my head.

"How are you feeling today Henrik?"

"I'm fine damnit, just let me get back to vork."

"You can't keep working to ignore what happened, I know you've stopped taking care of yourself because of what happened to Chase and Jameson."

"I don't know vhat you are talking about Doctor Iplier."

"Henrik-"

"Don't. Just...don't. I know zhat you are going to say zhat zhere vas nothing I could do for Chase, and zhat Jameson's death wasn't my fault, but....I can't help but feel like I could have done more to prevent zheir demises."

Without thinking about what I was doing, I opened the door and strode back inside, Doctor Iplier's face draining of color as Henrik's pale blue eyes widened in shock.

"Jameson...is it really you?" Henrik whispered as he sat up straighter in his bed, my eyes welling with tears as I smiled sadly.

"It's me Henrik."

"Oh, you can talk! You just have found a miracle healer along your travels." Henrik joked with a grin.

"Vhere is Chase zhen? Is he vaiting outside for me?" Henrik added hopefully, my heart shattering as I shook my head.

"I'm sure zhat he's around here somewhere." Henrik reasoned as he carefully plucked out his IV tubes, ignoring Doctor Iplier's protests as slid off of the bed and staggered towards the door.

"He's dead Henrik, I'm sorry." I apologized softly, realizing that Doctor Iplier was right as I stood in the doorway to block the German's path.

"You're funny Jameson, I've missed you." Henrik chuckled as he gently pushed me out of the way, his legs wobbling slightly as he managed to walk down the hall with his hand against the wall for support.

"Just like Will." Doctor Iplier murmured under his breath, his words barely audible to me in my dazed state as I watched Henrik disappear out of sight.

"Wait...Will as in the Colonel?!" I blurted as I turned to face the doctor, his expression grim as he let out a weary sigh.

"That is one of his aliases. Last I checked, he goes by Wilford Motherloving Warfstache now." Doctor Iplier informed me.

"Where is he?" I questioned eagerly, the doctor biting his lip before answering.

"At a police station being interrogated by a detective about all of the countless murders he committed, including yours."