"A-Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine… Thanks, uh, you can let go now…"

Mordecai wasn't sure of what the gumball machine was talking about, but then he realized that he was still holding him. He let go and Benson fell on the floor. He helped him up with his good wing and they both started to blush.

They both got ready for bed and they went back to sleep. A few hours into Mordecai's slumber, he felt his phone vibrate from under him and he answered the phone.

"H-Hello?"

"Mordecai, where are you dude?"

Mordecai brightened up when he heard Rigby's voice.

"I'm at the hospital and-"

"What?! What happened?!"

"I was looking for Benson and-"

"Let me guess? You tried to fly?"

Mordecai blushed and at this point of the conversation, he was glad that they were only on the phone.

"Y-Yeah….."

The raccoon contained the urge to laugh at his friend and he continued to speak.

"So, where and when could I visit you?"

"Maybe tomorrow? I don't know…."

"What? Why not now?"

"Well, it's hard to explain…. It's confidential…."

"Did you find Benson?"

"Technically…."

"How?"

"At the hospital…"

"Wait, whys he even there?"

"I already told you that it's confidential! Look, I can't talk about it right now… Could you just come when you have the chance?"

"Sure, anything for my bro!"

"Thanks dude! Talk to you soon!"

He hung up the phone and he turned to see if Benson was still asleep. Thankfully he was, but after what had occurred today, it made Mordecai gain a new perspective.

Sure, Benson could get on the blue jays nerves and he could get on his, but he still appreciated his presence. He didn't know why, but he cared about him more than he would ever know and it bothered the blue jay because he wanted him to recognize it.

The next morning, he woke up and he got out of bed. He went over to see if Benson was awake, but he was gone and it made the blue jays stomach twist into knots.

He decided to find the doctor to see if he knew where he was. As he was about to leave the room, he saw a door open and he realized that Benson finished a shower.

He sighed of relief and he stopped himself from asking where he was because he didn't want to annoy his former boss. He wondered why he left that day and if he had done anything wrong.

"H-Hey Benson…"

"Do you have something on your mind, Mordecai?"

"Yeah…"

Benson threw his towel into the hamper and after he settled himself under the warm blankets, he signaled the blue jay over. Mordecai hesitated at first, but he came over and sat down.

"So, whats on your mind?"

"Oh right! Well, I was thinking about the conversation we had yesterday and I was wondering if I did something wrong?"

Benson was stumped by the blue jays question.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, you left the Park after we tried to work together and I was wondering if I had anything to do with it or if I did something wrong?"

"It wasn't you, Mordecai and I'm sorry if I made you feel like it was…."

"Then what was it?"

"Well, it's a long story and it's complicated to explain…."

"I don't mind…."

"Well, ok… The day before I left, I called everyone to the front of the house so I could assign the jobs for the day and no one really seemed to care about the Park. Do you want to know why I snapped at all of you? It was because I felt like I was the only one that did care…."

"I didn't realize this, Benson…"

"So anyway, I had time to go into my office to sort my thoughts out and I eventually got a phone call from Mr. Malleard while I proceeded to try to fill in my quota for the day. He was screaming at me because of the lack of passion from all of us and he threatened to take away my job. I then realized that I don't have to be screamed at and I don't have to be surrounded by insubordinates. After I filled in the quota, I went to get lunch from downstairs and I saw the both of you slacking off. I asked if you did your jobs for the day and Rigby gave me an attitude. I don't really have to explain myself because you know the rest, right?"

"Yeah, I do…."

"So, I went home and I had a relapse, it was the worst I've ever experienced… When I went to work the next day, which was the day I left the Park, I thought of quitting my job because of the way it was affecting my mental health. When you were questioning me, I finally got fed up and I quit….."

"So what happened after you left the Park?"

"That's another story…"