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"Right this way," the nurse rolled his eyes like the whole situation nauseated him. He pointed to the bed, where Whizzer lay. If he looked lifeless before it was nothing compared to now. His skin seemed even paler under the florescent lighting. His eyes were closed and his chest was rising and falling - a good sign. "You might have to come back when he's sleeping, sir," the man eyed Marvin at he stood at the edge of the bed.

"Y-Yeah of course," Marvin gulped turning away from the bed. What if he died after he left? What if the virus got to him, he probably caught it by just staying in the hospital. The walls were basically virus infected, considering the amount of virus's that must have been here. He turned to leave, when he heard the nurse grunt.

"He wrote, uh a letter for you," the nurse handed it to him, Marvin winced. Positive the forcefulness that the guy had used had given him a paper cut. At least he could go down the hall to get a gauze. He gripped the white office paper firmly. He wouldn't open it here, what if he cried? In front of scary nurse guy?

"Thank you," Marvin finally got the courage to look the nurse in the eye. Rookie mistake, the guy smiled which made the situation even creepier. He walked out of the room, slowly at first. Then he darted. The people watching the surveillance cameras must have had a good laugh, Marvin running away from some nurse he met who was curing his fake-husband.

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"Hey dad, if I wrote Whizzer a letter could you give it to him?" Jason walked into the guest room that was being occupied by his father, who was packing stuff into a small suit case. "What are you doing?" Jason looked at him confused. Whizzer had two weeks added on to his hospital stay due to a virus, so his father had been acting a bit depressed lately. Jason noticed when he turned on the TV some old soap opera about true love was always turned on. Which just made him sad.

"I'm leaving," Marvin turned away from his son, who had darted out of the room. He didn't want to leave, and mess up his sons childhood even more? He would never do that to his son. But he had no choice but to leave. He would still get to see Jason on the weekend - legally. But two days out of seven wasn't enough. On the bright side he would get to see and hang out with Whizzer more.

Maybe everything would be ok. Marvin sighed as he packed his and Whizzers things all into once suit case. He cringed thinking about the scolding he would get when Whizzer realized what he did. Not the moving with out permission part, the part where he didn't bother to even fold the clothes.

"You want my shirts to be wrinkled?!"

Marvin could only imagine how the conversation would go. He zipped the suitcase, and making sure that he didn't bump into anybody he walked carefully out of the house. He didn't scratch the suit case on the waxed floors, the last thing he needed was Trina to call him about the scratched floors. He carefully unlocked the door, and walked out to his car. To his surprise it was pouring raining. He shivered looking down remembering he was still wearing his stolen jacket that Whizzer must have been wearing when the car crashed. He smiled liking the warmth that the jacket gave.

Running to the car and slamming the suitcase into the trunk he dumped himself into the driver seat. He really hoped no one was watching his send off from a window inside somewhere. Just what Jason needed to see, his father running from droplets of rain. He started the engine, driving down the long driveway. He nearly ran over the bush in the front of the house, not on purpose, just because he had spaced out. Now where was he going to go? He didn't have a place to live.

Maybe he could rent an apartment.

Yeah, a nasty voice in his head told him, with what money?

Gosh, he needed a job. He needed to pay for Whizzers medical bills somehow. They seemed to be adding up, Marvin knew all too well that Trina wouldn't pay for him. So Marvin went to the only place he could go.

The Psychiatrist's.

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"Please see a Psychiatrist," - Trina