Mathias went to the kitchen to grab a coffee for Lukas, when he got Alfred running up to him.

"Dude, how are you holdin' up in there?" The American nurse asked. He was probably the only person here working in his home country. "Lukas is cold as shit, and he is rude as well!"

"I don't think he's that rude, to be completely honest. Besides being unable to cope with MS, he seems fine to me." Mathias said, scratching his neck in a thinking manner.

"But like, he's totally an asshole! He doesn't know how to, like, be a normal person or something!" The Polish girl asked... Although they might also have been a boy. They were chewing some chewing gum really obnoxiously, and Mathias was getting quite sick at the sight of it. He thought their name was Felicia or Felix or something, as he wasn't sure what their gender was.

"Honestly, he's not that bad. But, move along, he asked me to get him some coffee." Mathias pushed past the two. In the kitchen, there were no questions for him, and he went back to Lukas room as soon as possible again.

"Oi, Mr. Bondevik, I have your coffee!" He shouted though the door of the room, causing Lukas to groan, again. "Come in." He got as an answer, again, and he did as was asked of him.

"Anything else I can do for you?" Mathias asked the Norwegian, who seemed to be thinking.

"Tell me a story." Lukas said, confusing Mathias greatly.

"I'm sorry, Lukas, that's not something I'm good at." He replied, taking his time to find a good answer.

"Try anyways."

"But why though?" Mathias mumbled to himself, sitting straight and thinking of a story.

"There was once a young man of about thirty years, with only one leg. He'd fought in a war, and lost the other when a bomb exploded. He didn't want to move with a wheelchair, and he always used crutches to move around. As he lived his life, he found a woman he loved, but she already seemed so preoccupied with dancing, that he never wanted to approach her.
He decided one day, that it was time to say something about his love for her. He went to the bar she worked at as an extra job, but when he walked in, he saw her flirting shamelessly with one of the regular costumers, he bowed his head down and left without saying a word to her. He started walking along the riverside, straight to where it bended. It was his favorite place for thinking, which he did a lot, as he didn't have many friends who didn't make fun of his leg. As he was sitting down, the water not yet reaching his feet, two playing children walked by. They didn't see the man, but started fighting over the ball they had with them. One of them, the older one, shoved the younger away, straight into the man. He lost his balance, and tumbled into the water as the boy regained his balance. The boys, devastated by what they'd done, returned home, and never spoke of what they'd done.
The man was in the water for four days, sometimes taking a sip of the water to stay alive. The boats floating past him never saw him, and he had lost his voice on the second day because of shouting.
When he finally got helped out of the water by an old man who was fishing on the river, he was wet, cold and sick, and he could barely stand. He was warmed up and fed by the old man, as the old man needed company himself too.
When the man was healthy again, he asked the man to come with him to the city he lived in, an offer the old fisherman gladly accepted. The fisherman rowed the two of them to the city, and as they were securing the boat at the riverside, the woman the one-legged man fell in love with came running up to them, yelling and crying.
The man was surprised, but when she explained that he'd been missing for weeks and the police had been searching for him, his jaw dropped. Never in his life would he have thought he would be missed, yet the police had searched for him. She gave him his crutches back, allowing him to move around normally again, and the old man watched the two of them with a smile on his face. He turned back to his boat, and left the two alone, rowing back to his house beside the river.
The woman declared her love for him, and he gladly accepted it. They lived happily ever after." Mathias sighed at the story he'd just told. It was sappy and cliché, but he was still kinda proud of his work. That was probably the best story he'd ever told.

"The Steadfast Tin Soldier by Andersen, right?" Lukas asked him, a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm surprised you know it." Mathias told him. "It's not one of the most famous stories."

"Thank you." Lukas replied.

"Thank me? For what?"

"For telling me a story."

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