..."You're ten minutes late," James said the moment Anderson stepped into the ward. "I know." "As my carer, you should be here even before I wake up. Do you not know that?" "I simply don't care, James," Anderson shrugged, "now tell me what you want. I'll only be here for an hour." "Two hours, Anderson. And that's just for daytime. My carer stays for three." "I don't care. What do you want?" Anderson asked again. "First, my bedpan is filled. It needs to be emptied and washed." Anderson scoffed, folding his arms. "I should empty your waste receiver and wash it?" He asked with a glare. "Do you really want me to do that, James?" James gulped, seeing the deadly look on Anderson's face. "No, I-I was just messing with you. Help me with a cup of coffee, and maybe you can style my hair a little." "Good for you," Anderson walked over to the coffee machine and began fixing a cup of coffee for James. Halfway through, the door slid open and a nurse walked in. "Good morning, guys," she
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