I wasn't in the right frame of mind to help take care of someone else. Hell, I could barely take care of myself. I locked up the car and made my way over to Mr. Rollins who was waiting for me by the elevator. I wasn't sure what to say or what I was getting myself into, but London deserved to have someone take care of him. We reached the second floor and I followed Mr. Rollins down the long white hallway until we reached a nurses station. "Is London still in room 312?" "Yes, go ahead and head back Dr. Rollins." "Thank you." We walked down another long hallway, then took a right and came face to face with London's room. "What if he doesn't want to see me?" I whispered from Mr. Rollins’ side. "Trust me, I think he will be over the moon that you're here." He patted my back and then guided me into the room. The curtain was pulled back so I couldn't see London just yet, but an overwhelming sadness swept over me as I remembered how he had gotten here in the first place. Mr. Rollins pulled back the curtain and London stood by the window, pulling on his shirt.
