Mathias cheerfully walked into his new day. He was excited, as his new and only patient for the time being was the Norwegian boy he got told about by the other nurses. He walked to the door of the room Lukas was supposed to be in, and knocked on the door.

"Hello! Would you like some breakfast?" He asked, getting a groan from the other side of the door. He waited for a muffled "Come in." before opening the door and looking at his new patient, dragging the cart with food on it behind him.

"I'm Mathias Køhler, a new nurse. You're Lukas, I believe?" He introduced himself and asked the boy on the bed.

"Yes, I am. So what? Give me my food and leave. That's what everyone always does anyways." Lukas let out a long sigh as Mathias began putting the food on a tray on Lukas' lap.

"You're lucky they make the food here themselves, and they don't get it fabricated and everything. Hospital food is disgusting." Mathias remarked, remembering the amount of staff in the kitchen, preparing fresh food all the time.

"I've heard so. I guess I'm lucky, though I wouldn't say so in my... Current state." Lukas said, no emotion in his voice nor on his face.

"I'd say you're pessimistic. What's holdin' you back from getting out of bed and movin' around? Wheelchair or not, you're still able to move." Mathias said, checking if anything was out of place or dirty.

"Heck, did the other nurses ever properly clean up in here?" He asked, walking to the window. "First of all, this one is going wide open." He said as he (almost literally) threw the window open.

"They always leave me. Everyone always leaves. The nurses and my brother left me, and not too long and my friends will leave me too. I've learned not to expect anything from anyone." Lukas told Mathias, still showing no emotion whatsoever.

"You say I'd be able to move in a wheelchair... But that same wheelchair is what keeps me from moving."

Mathias didn't understand that. "Huh, what d'ya mean?"

"That wheelchair is a device designed for helping those who can't go around normally anymore. It's just a reminder to me that I'm handicapped and I don't want that." Lukas explained. "So don't plan on getting me in a wheelchair anytime soon."

"Alright. And, do you have stuff you like to do? Or something I can do for you?" Mathias asked, he'd decided not to argue with his new patient first thing.

"Leave. That makes it easier for both you and me." Lukas said, although some kind of hesitation could be heard in his voice, and Mathias heard it too.

"Are you sure?" Mathias asked, a smile visible on his face. The Norwegian mumbled something that sounded like a 'nei', to which Mathias replied with: "thought so".

"So, what do you like to do? Surely you do something the whole day, else you'd get super bored!" Mathias asked the Norwegian once he'd cleaned the room a little, trash in the trashcan and a nice, cool airflow from outside that came inside the room.

"I read. And I write. And I draw. And I sleep. And that about sums up what I do on a regular day. Sometimes, Arthur Kirkland or Vladimir Popescu will visit me, and we'll talk. The nurses ignore me most of the time." Lukas sounded bored.

"Do you want to play a game?" Mathias asked.

"No. But let's play something anyway. What do you want to play?" Lukas replied, a bit annoyed. Poor soul hadn't played any games with someone else for a while.

"Okay, so we'll each ask eachother questions, and we'll answer them ourselves as well. The other has to answer them, and you can't back out of it, no matter how personal the question." Mathias explained. "I'm going to take care of you for a while, so I want to get to know you better. And, this way you can get to know a bit about me as well."

"Okay, hit me."

"Favorite color? Mine's red." Mathias asked.

"Green, easily. How old are you? I'm twenty three." Lukas said on his turn.

"Twenty five. Favorite food? I like sweet things, but I'll eat anything except for that Swedish rotten fish dish. That's just disgusting."

"Anything sweet. These are weak questions. What is your sexuality? I'm bisexual." Lukas rolled his eyes at the question Mathias had asked him, and waited for his response to his question.

"Pansexual. Have you ever had sex? I have, both gay and straight."

"I have had sex, surprise, huh? Anyways, let's see. Are you single? I obviously am." Lukas' emotion didn't change.

"I am. Last boyfriend broke up with me. Do you prefer top or bottom? I like both." Mathias asked, kind of enjoying these questions.

"Top. But I don't really care. What is the one thing you hate the most? I personally hate this sickness the most." Lukas was enjoying these questions too, finally someone who wasn't too awkward or simply chickening out of this game.

"I hate people crying the most. Or no, scratch that, I really hate seeing people in pain." Mathias said, making a face. "Do you have siblings? I don't." Mathias couldn't think of another question, so he went back to the weaker ones.

"One, my half-brother Emil. He's a dick who doesn't come by very often. But he's still my little brother." Lukas sighed. "I'm getting sick of this game."

"I can't think of any more questions either, so do you want to do something else? I can also leave for a bit and let you eat in peace." Mathias asked, looking at Lukas, as he stood up from his seat.

"Can you stay? I don't get company that often, nurses always just leave." Lukas asked, ashamed that he was already losing his game of don't-let-anyone-into-your-heart to this cheerful nurse, who clearly didn't come from America, where the two of them were now.

"Sure thing." Mathias sat back down and waited for the Norwegian to finish eating.

Said Norwegian looked at his plate. One croissant with marmelade, one sandwich of Irish soda bread with garlic butter and salmon (which is delicious, btw), a cup of tea and sugar for in the tea. Lukas eyed the tea with disgust. "Do you have coffee? I don't like tea." He asked, looking at the Dane.

"Sure, I'll go get you a cup. Be right back, okay?" Mathias said, getting up from his chair and walking towards the door.

When he was gone, Lukas mentally scolded himself for letting the tall blonde in so easily. Why couldn't he just be harsh to him like he was to everyone else?