We arrive at the house... it's an old house but quite big. I get out the car and wait till Georfe gets out too. He's slow... like the movements are hurting him. His eyes are avoiding me. I look away so I won't scare him or force him.

When he is out I feel his hand taking mine. I hold his lightly and rub it with my thumb. A bit of protection and love I try to send him. To show him I'm there for him.

Thr nurse waits at the door. She opens it when we walk towards. "Welcome" she says as we're nearby.

We walk inside the hallway. It's a nice one. Nothing to hate about it. As soon we walk into he living room we see a small lose gang of lads. One of then is blonde and draws at the table. Another one with brown hair is reading a book on the sofa abd the last one seems like a Rebel just like George. A rebel with black hair and dark circels around his eyes. Holding a guitar and clearly visible cuts in his wrist.

George looks at them in silence..