Helk: "So O'Riley came back for you."

Crip: "Yeah. We didn't like the nickname Eve, since Red had given it to me, so he started calling me Cripple."

Helk: "Because your ankle was crippled that day."

Crip: "Yes."

Helk: "I see. I'm surprised you survived honestly. I can see why you feel you owe O'Riley your life."

Crip nods.

Helk: "But now, you're in danger."

Crip: "I'm so scared. I haven't been the same since that day...I don't even know if I have any fight left in me."

Helk: "You could always stay with me. I'd protect you."
Crip smiles happily. He could cry, Doctor Helk was so kind.
Crip: "I can't put you in any danger. Besides I'll be ok. I just need to be careful."

Helk: "Very."
They pull into the parking lot, and exit the car.
Helk: "Well, at any rate, I'm here for you. Your safety is my first concern, but as you know I'll keep your information between us. As your psychiatrist."

Crip nods.

Helk: "Have you considered...medication?"

Crip quickly shakes his head.
Crip: "Medicine scares me..I barely even take a pain killer for a headache."

Helk: "Ah..we'll work on your fear then. I think the correct medication would really help you."

They enter the coffee shop and Crip is quickly greeted.

Jake: "Hello Everett! Great to see you today."
Crip smiles, and Helk gives the man a strange look.
Crip: "Hey Jake."
Jake: "What'll it be today? Another large vanilla latte? Go easy on the ice?"
Crip nods happily.
Jake: "And for you sir?"
Helk: "Large cinnamon mocha, hot."

Jake smiles.
Jake: "I'll get right on it."

They sit at a booth near a window, and Helk suddenly appears a little..stressed?

Helk: "You uh..know that guy too?"
Crip shakes his head: "No, he just remembers me because I come in here so much."
Helk: "I see. That's understandable.

The two drink their coffee and head back out. Crip can finally go home tonight. He looks forward to sleeping in his own bed.

He exits Helks car and heads up the stairs. As he opens his door he's greeted with the familiar smell of his home.

Crip: "Oh I missed this."
It was so quiet and peaceful, and he was so ready for the calm night. He heads into his bedroom, pulling on some pajama bottoms, and jolts as someone knocks on his door.

Who could that be? It's not exactly really late but...he really wanted a break...Oh.
What if it's Red? What if it's one of Reds gang members? What if it's the cops?

Woah woah, calm down...just answer it slowly.
Crip: "W-Who is it?"

"It's just me!"

He recognizes the voice immediately.
He opens the door quickly, greeted with a face similar to his own. Black hair, bags under dull green and yellow eyes, and a small frame.

Crip: "Edgar, it's so good to see you!"
They hug, and Crip almost melts into it.
Edgar: "I came by a few times this week but you were never home. I started to worry about you."

Shit. Quick! Think of something Everett...

Crip: "Oh uh, I had to work real late at the store. The usual evening shift quit."
Nice cover up.

Crip: "Why don't you come on in?"
Edgar: "Alright."
Edgar smiles, entering Crips apartment.
Edgar: "Other than having to work late, hows your job going?"
Crip: "Tough..but you know, it's work."

He laughs a bit, trying to be as believable as possible. Edgar couldn't ever find out he was in a gang. He'd told him he'd gotten a job at a local convenient store, and given up his gang life after he was crippled. Far as Edgar knew, Crip was trying to work hard, getting into fights after work explained all the bruises and black eye.

Edgar: "I'm glad to hear it. They still fighting you sometimes?"
Crip: "Eh, well, sometimes."
Distract him!
Crip: "But uh..I have a psychiatrist now."

Edgar stares, surprised.
Edgar: "W-that's great! Everett I'm so happy for you!"
Crip smiles warmly.
Crip: "He's a great doctor..very kind. He questioned me about taking medication today but I'm just not ready yet."
Edgar: "Hey, well it's a good start! Seriously I'm so proud of you."

Crip: "Thank you cousin."

Silence falls upon them, until Edgar speaks seriously.
Edgar: "Your father would be proud of you."
Crip frowns a bit. He wouldn't be proud..his son is a liar.

Crip: "I'm not so sure."