Twelve

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The rest of the day dragged on. Six couldn't come sooner. I was sat outside the main building waiting for Tord to finish. I finished at half four so the extra hour wait was agonising. It was times like these that I wished I could drive.

"Come on" Tord grabbed my shoulders from behind, making me jump a little.
"Could've called me"
"Nah" he started going down the steps, "You coming?" I got up and followed him. It was twenty minute walk to his girlfriend's flat and mine was on the way so I dropped off my stuff.
"I'm so excited to have him back" I smiled.
"Be careful with him, Dan. Remember that he's been institutionalised for four months and he probably won't go to uni for the rest of the year"
"I'm not gonna force him to do anything"
"I promise I'll be at the flat more too" He looked over at me.

We arrived and I jumped out of the car. Dr Moss was waiting for us in the reception and smiled when we came in.
"Hi boys. He's ready and just waiting in his room." We followed him down the hallway and into Murph's room. He was sitting on his bed just playing with his fingers. He looked up when we entered.
"You coming?"
"Nah, just thought I'd stay here" He said, getting up and picked up his bag. He smiled at me and Tord before following us out of the room. We had to sign some papers at the desk before he was allowed to leave. He would be coming back every week or therapy and "after care" as they called it.

He sat in the front seat of the car next to Tord and sighed.
"Well this is weird" Murph said. Tord looked at him.
"You need to be careful, you haven't been out of the hospital for four months. You need to get used to everything again." Murph rolled his eyes and buckled his belt.
"Yes mum. Dan? You got baccy?" He asked, looking around to me. I passed him the pouch I had made Mark buy.
"Cheers babes" He smiled at me before turning back around. He opened the window and lit his cigarette.
"Maccies?"
"Murph..." Tord started.
"I haven't had fast food in ages and its not like I'm carrying a lot" Tord rolled his eyes and I smiled.

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