Mary P.O.V.
I had woken up this morning only to find my ankle being blue purple-ish almost up to my knee. Since that wasn’t exactly a good thing, I made a doctors appointment.
Now here I was, waiting for my doctor to call my name and examine my ankle. I still couldn't walk or stand on it, which worried me a bit.
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Now almost evening, I sat on a chair watching some TV show, as the couch was already moved. I had spent the day at the hospital to get my ankle examined. It turned out I had torn my ligament. I now had to walk on crutches, and I still had a few things to move to our new place. A great moment for this to happen.
A lot was already in our new apartment; there was not much left in our old home. The rooms all looked very sad and empty. But it was only for a day or two more, and then we would be fully moved into our new place. Which makes me sad, but exited at the same time. Sad to leave behind my home, the place where I grew up and spent my childhood. Exited because, well, I was going to live on my own for the first time. And even though my parents are not here to see it, I know they would´ve been proud.
The only thing that is on my mind right now is Tom. I know he is having a hard time. I can't help but being worried, he doesn't do much other than watching TV and playing videogames. He hasn't gotten out of his room in 2 days now. I don’t know what I can do, or if there even is something that I can do for him.
'Tom?' I softly opened his door, not sure whether he was asleep or not. It was late already.
I got no reaction. So I pushed the door further open and moved to sit next to him on the bed. For a few moments we sat there in complete silence, until he leaned his head against me and began crying. All I could really do now was wrap my arm around him and let him be. Maybe it was good for him to let this out.
'I miss papa.' He finally said.
'I know, I do too.' I tried being strong, 'but you have to remember that it is better this way, okay? Papa was in a lot of pain. He isn't anymore now.'
He only lightly nodded his head.
'Hey, you're doing great. I'm proud of you, and I know that he would've been too.'
Again, only a nod. We just sat there for a few moments, before he sat up straight again.
‘I think we can move our final things tomorrow, like the bed and all.’ I said.
Maybe it would be good for him to have a new environment. I stood up to go to bed,
‘Goodnight.’
‘Goodnight Mary.’
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Today the last things were finally being moved into our new apartment, so that tonight we could sleep here for the first time. I had to be up early tomorrow for work, and Tom would be going to school again tomorrow. It wasn’t the ideal time to move, but it would have to do.
Viktor P.O.V.
I came back from training, and spotted her again. This time she had the same boy with her as on the open dag. She was walking on crutches now and at the same time trying to carry things to the elevator. Which as you can imagine didn’t work out quite well.
‘Can I help?’ I offered, trying to hold back a laugh.
I saw the boy look up from the box he was holding. He looked surprised to see me. Mary on the other hand smiled and nodded her head,
‘Well yeah, we could use some help.’ She sighed, ‘We’re moving into our new apartment and I can’t really carry things.’
‘You’re moving in here?’ I asked surprised.
Well now I know why she was here last time.
‘Yes, we are.’
‘Oh, I live here too.’ I said as we walked in the direction of her car, where I saw another woman getting something out of it. She walked in our direction and greeted me.
‘Oh really?’ Mary sounded surprised, but not in a bad way, ‘can you maybe walk a little bit slower, please?’ She chuckled.
‘Oh yeah, sorry.’ I said, and felt my cheeks go red in embarrassment.
We got to her car and I got one of the boxes out, ‘which apartment is it?’
‘502’ she smiled.
Once everything was moved into the apartment the woman, who I learned was her aunt, left.
‘Thanks for helping us out today.’
‘Oh, it’s no problem.’ I replied.
I enjoyed spending time with her. She sat on the couch, exhausted from walking around on her crutches all day. Which may not have been her smartest idea.
‘Oh, do you want something to drink?’ She asked.
She moved to stand up again and tried walking to the kitchen without using her crutches.
‘Y’know I would use those crutches if I were you.’ I chuckled.
She stubbornly continued, ‘do you want something to drink or not?’ She jokingly asked.
We spent the rest of the night together, I really did enjoy it. And played it over and over again in my head, when I lay in bed later that night.
