Chris nodded and walked out of the farm. He didn't feel comfortable just watching everyone work while he was in no condition to work because of his leg. He decided that he was going to go back to the conference room to read the file and listen to the audio clip. On his way down the hall someone yelled out to him.
"Hey Chris, can you lend a hand for a minute?" Evan asked him.
Evan and Francis were carrying a door similar to the one he broke down towards Nicole's room. Chris instinctively hobbled over and grabbed the side of the door and helped carry it down the hall.
"Glad you chose to help us fix the mess that you made," chuckled Francis.
"Yeah, it's the least I can do for you," Chris replied.
They arrived at Nicole's room and leaned the door against the wall. Chris unscrewed the top hinge from the wall while Evan got the middle and bottom.
"I have a strange question. Is polygamy legal in here?" Evan asked.
"What the hell! What weird shit are you in to?" Chris replied in utter disgust.
"It probably has to do with that crush he has on Heather," Francis interjected.
"I told you to keep that a secret!" Evan screamed.
They removed the last hinge and pulled the broken door away from the wall.
"To answer your question, there are no laws against it, but I would avoid it," Chris answered as they lifted the new door up to the wall. "You will be looked down upon. If you want, I can talk to Heather about it."
"No! You don't need to do that!" Evan exclaimed while tightening the hinges.
"What do you need to talk to me about?" Heather asked, walking up behind Chris.
"Oh, nothing important. Just talking about Feltzler wanting to marry you," Francis said.
"Doesn't he know I'm married to Chris?" Heather asked.
"Yeah, he knows," replied Chris. "He's referring to polygamy."
"Oh, I see. Well, if that's what he wants then he can come talk to me about it." Heather said in a cheerful voice.
"You're not actually going to consider it, are you?" Chris shouted.
"No, I'm not going to consider," said Heather, laughing maniacally. "If he wants to marry me, he will have to prove it to me, but as of right now, my heart belongs to Chris. So good luck finding someone else."
Chris watched the emotion drain from Evan's face. Evan quietly finished tightening the screws holding up the hinges and stepped away.
"Hey Chris, you're good with swords, right?" Evan asked.
"Yeah, I guess. Why do you ask?" Chris replied. "That seemed like a random question, even for you."
"I was thinking," Evan began. "Since both of us don't have high involvement roles."
"I don't know where you're going with this. I consider my role very involving." Chris snapped.
"That's not what I was trying to say," Evan frantically replied. "I mean you're not busy with you hands all day. Anyways, what I was trying to ask is that if you have any free time, could you teach me how to fight?"
"No," Chris replied.
"What, why?" Evan asked.
"For starters, I'm no teacher. I was never taught myself, so I don't know how to teach someone else. Second, there is no way in hell that I will try to teach via dueling with a sharp sword. There are currently no practice swords."
"What if I make a set; using the wood that's in the craftsman's room?" asked Evan.
"So, you're willing to waste wood that is supposed to be used for repairs and construction for your own selfish desires?" Chris replied.
"No, I was planning on using scraps from the door," Evan explained.
"Go ahead, but if we run out of wood at any point, you're the one that will be receiving the blame."
"Thank you. I start right away," Evan said as he turned and ran down the hall.
Chris walked behind him at a much slower pace. The immobilizer on his leg was beginning to become and issue. Since he was unable to bend his leg, he resorted to swing his leg around his body to walk. Doing this took a toll on his hip.
Chris tried to move faster almost trying to run. It felt awkward, but he kept on running. Eventually his hip could not keep up with his pace. His shoe gripped the ground at a strange angle. He moved his other foot to keep running, but when he could seem to separate his foot from the ground.
His body hit the ground and slid across the smooth concrete for what seemed to be forever.
He rolled onto his back and remained motionless for a few minutes. Heather was waiting around the corner when Chris had fallen. She ran over to him and helped him sit up.
"Fun fact, I can't run," Chris said laughing under his breath.
"You're an idiot for trying," said Heather. "I saw Evan run past here. He looked somewhat excited."
"Somewhat is not a strong enough word to describe that kid's energy," Chris replied, standing up.
"Chris, he's a year younger than you. You can't call him a kid in that sense."
"Then in what sense can I? I don't see what was wrong with that," Chris stated.
"Never mind that! What was he so excited about?" Heather asked.
"I told him I'd teach him the basics in sword fighting during our free time, if he makes the wooden swords for us."
"How come you never offered to teach me?" Heather asked.
"Because you never asked," Chris answered.
"Is there any room left in your class teacher?" Heather asked clinging on to Chris's shoulder.
"I don't know, I'll have to talk to the higher ups about this," Chris said with a smug look on his face.
"And who would they be?"
"Me, myself, and I," Chris answered.
Heather pushed Chris back. "You need to stop teasing me like that," she scolded.
"And if I don't?"
"I dunno, I never thought about it," Heather said.
"Fair enough," Chris said. "Go talk to Evan and have him make you a sword. If he refuses tell him that I will deny him lessons."