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Tyler never thought the nurse would mean anything to him.

But now that he thought about it, she was the only thing he had left. Everyone else just vanished and never bothered to visit or just thought he would die some time soon. But, what if they were right? What if Tyler just died at some random moment and people suddenly just emerged from everywhere, looking to have his earnings and the money he's worth. It angered Tyler, to think that his relatives would just come for the money. There was a knock at the door, and Cesca entered without hesitation, making everything that Tyler just thought about leave immediately. He smiled, "Hi Chess. . ." He came up with that nickname, and he personally found it cute.

"Hi Tyler! I asked the doctors if you could come out of your room since your recent operation was just a week ago and you're probably stable enough to go out!" Cesca exclaimed happily. "Isn't that great?"

"Yeah. . . Sure. . ." Tyler sighed as he took out a piece of paper and a pencil.

Cesca tilted her head, "What's that?"

"I want to come up with a will." Tyler murmured softly.

Cesca gasped, "What are you implying Tyler? Are you saying that you don't believe that you'll make it?"

"No, I just want to make sure that if I die, the money I'm worth goes into the right hands." Tyler explained as he began writing.

Curious, Cesca scooted closer to Tyler. He smirked, "Ever heard of 'Personal Space'?"

"P-lease boy, Personal Space is a nerd." Cesca replied cockily.

"I am a nerd."

"More like a failed attempt at being a hipster." Cesca retorted.

"Whatever." Tyler remarked, smiling softly at Cesca.

She smiled, until a doctor checked the room, his face full of concern, "Cesca, can we have a small chat?"

"What is it? If it's not as urgent as you are making it look, then just say it out loud." Cesca said, folding her arms.

The doctor sighed, "Fine, there's someone the police want to examine. And we need the remaining nurses to help out as well."

Cesca frowned, "Someone? Is the person not a patient?"

The doctor opened his mouth to say something, but was inturrupted by the commotion nearby. He sighed, "I-I'll telling you later." He walked away, leaving the two perplexed.

"What was that about?" Tyler murmured.

"No idea, want to find out?" Cesca asked as she got up.

Tyler arched an eyebrow at her, "And you want me to come with you?"

"Yeah, why not? You need to walk around a bit, you know." Cesca said as she opened the door.

Tyler sighed, taking the white bed sheets from off of his body, "Fine, you win."

Cesca grinned as she took his hand, "Come on, I'm guessing we'll find out in the lobby, I can literally hear them from here." Tyler nodded as the two walked off and out of the room. Luckily, Tyler managed to put his shoes on, so he couldn't feel the cold, white tiles from underneath his feet. The two walked down the stairs, since they were on the second floor, and they finally reached the first one. There were people waiting there, like, more than Tyler had thought of. There were doctors and policemen, most who were talking to a pretty blonde woman with a baby carrier, who was next to a tall, brown-haired man who looked a lot like, "Wait, Mitch?"

Mitch looked over to Tyler, and he looked at him in surprise, "Oh, Tyler?"

"Yeah, hi, it's uh, been a while. . ." Tyler said awkwardly.

The woman, whom Tyler immedietely recognized as Rose, looked at Mitch, "You forgot he went to this hospital?"

"Sort of. . ." Mitch murmured.

Tyler sighed, "No, it's fine. . . Not a lot of peope remember me anyway. . ."

Cesca frowned and whispered, "You know these people?"

"Yes, they're old friends of mine." Tyler whispered back, and Cesca merely nodded. Tyler cleared his throat, "Anyway, do you know what's going on?"

"Tell him, I need to continue explaining." Rose said, her attention going back to a few officers.

Mitch sighed, "Rob got murdered. . ."

"What?" Tyler asked, his eyebrows raising. "H-How?"

"He apparently got stabbed multiple times on the back of his neck. They're checking him out right now to see what they can get." Mitch said. "Rose is getting questioned since she found him first and they want to know if she saw anything."

Tyler frowned, the thought of Rose being the one who found him first made him feel a bit uneasy. He looked over at Cesca, who gave him the same look, as if she too thought the same thing. And because of that, Tyler pulled both Mitch and Cesca into a corner. "Whoa, what is it?" Mitch asked, giving Tyler a questioning look.

Tyler let go of their wrists, "I've-, no, Cesca and I have been thinking. . ."

"Isn't it funny that Rose found Rob first?" Cesca whispered, finishing Tyler's sentence.

Mitch bit his lip as he looked away. Tyler tilted his head, "So, do you think Rose was the one that-. . ."

Mitch held his hand up, making Tyler stop in the middle of his sentence. He sighed, "No. . .

" I know that she killed him. "

-Author's Note-

Ha,

Take that Rose.