{ Quick note....on the edit mode of this I pressed more info and this story has been put as the language of German twice now even though I set it back to English...anyone know why wattpad did this? Did it happen to anyone else's story? This certainly is not German! I'm Arab lol! }

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Dahlia had eventually left the hospital to retrieve Roy's wheelchair still at the lake and he was left alone once more. He thought it was unbelievable to be unable to leave a bed, trapped staring at a dull white ceiling once more. In fact, it rather infuriated him. But he knew if he showed any kinds of defeat or anger they would most certainly keep him there longer. Or worse, lock him up.

Roy noticed his clothes had been folded nearly on the table next to him. The hospital gown was coarse and brought back too many bad memories. His phobia of being watched putting on his trousers drifted to the back of his mind and he did it anyway.

He had a certain way of accomplishing it; sliding on the pant leg one at a time, and then lying down while sort of scooting back and forth until his pants were all the way up. Roy knew he wasn't attractive when he did it and he felt stupid. Still, it was the only way, and he felt fortunate he didn't have people putting them on for him.

He lifted his legs over the side of the bed and reached for his shirt. There was a sudden movement on the bed. Roy glanced over his shoulder.

"You didn't watch me do that, did you?"

"Do what?" Dahlia asked puzzled

"Nothing..."

He felt Dahlia's hesitant touch on his back. She slowly traced her finger down the scar on his spine, and suddenly put her arms around his waist.

"Hi," she smiled.

"Hello," Roy said. He kindly removed her arms to put on his shirt.

"How are you feeling?"

"Hungover."

"I got your wheelchair."

"I see that," he said, glancing behind him.

Dahlia climbed over to the other side of the bed to sit next to him.

"Could you...bring it to me."

"Oh! Yeah. Sorry." She climbed back over. "You need help?"

"No, Dahlia." Roy slowly transferred over from the bed. It took him longer than usual this time. His body felt more heavy, his arms weaker. He blamed it on his selfish decisions. "Mmm."

"You're okay?"

"I'm fine," he shook his head. "Hey I just got an outrageous idea."

"Oh?"

Just then the door opened. "Who gave you permission to leave your bed?" A nurse. Confused.

"I did," Roy said.

"And what are you doing in here, miss?"

"Assisting my husband," Dahlia said firmly.

"Who gave you your clothes?"

"Found 'em."

"You should have consulted with Dr. Lockhart first, Mr. Walker."

He shrugged.

The nurse frowned in frustration and left.

"Your outrageous idea?" Dahlia questioned again.

"Let me just...hold on." Roy wheeled over to the door and grinned. "I have no idea what this place looks like. How far away are we from an exit?"

"Huh? It's right down the hall. It's right outside where I parked."

Roy slowly cracked open the door and peeked his head outside. There was no one, save a wandering patient. He closed it.

"When I say go, you're gonna take the back of my wheelchair and make a run for the door. Okay?"

"W-what?"

"Put your hands. On the back. Of my wheelchair. And make a run for it. Understand?"

"Oh my god..."

Roy opened the door quickly this time. "Go."

Dahlia gasped and started running for the exit, amidst a confused shout of "Mr. Walker? Where are you going!"

The door was already propped open, the weather was rather cool. Dahlia stopped abruptly at the end of the sidewalk, slamming open the passenger door.

"Get in. Quickly."

Roy did so and smiled as Dahlia slammed the door and hastily shoved his wheelchair into the back seat. She started the engine, giving Roy a glance before backing out of her parking space.

"Did we...did we just escape?" She asked dumbfounded.

Roy laughed to himself, studying her perplexed expression.

"We just escaped from a hospital...I hate you!" Dahlia laughed.

"This was the right thing to do," Roy grinned. "Y' know, as a brave woman you must do what's best for your husband."

"I suppose you're right. I just couldn't bare the thought of leaving him behind."

She slowly put her hand on Roy's. He couldn't tell if he was happy.