The beginning of a special friendship

Chapter 3

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"Come in " he said almost shyly.

The door slowly opened and he couldn't believe his eyes. It was Philip.

Thomas heart jumped a little. The paramedic who had treated him first was standing in front of him. Thomas could hardly believe his luck.

"Hi, may I come in?" he wanted to know.

"Sure"

Philip walked up to him and put a backpack on the chair next to the bed.

Puzzled, Thomas looked at the backpack.

"I wanted to see how you are. I know about your father.

The colleagues took him to the police station.

He will probably be behind bars for a long time.

I brought my clothes because I didn't know your address.

They might be a bit big but still better than the hospital gown.

" Philipp grinned and sat down on the foot of the bed.

"Thanks...but why?..." Thomas wanted to know.

"Why what?" asked Philip, puzzled.

"Why are you doing this for me...well I mean you don't even know me..."

"Right, I don't know you and your story, but that doesn't matter.

You struck me as sympathetic, and I think everyone can use friends, right?" smiled Philipp encouragingly.

Thomas took a deep breath.

"What's up, everything okay?" asked Philip worried.

"It's just I don't know where to go when I get fired..."

"Was your father always like this...?" asked Philip cautiously.

Thomas thought for a moment, but for whatever reason he had the feeling that he could trust Philipp blindly, so he began to tell the story.

"No, he was actually a great father and we were a great father-son team.

But when my mother suddenly died last year, he fell into the

Addicted to alcohol and his hand kept slipping... I don't have anyone but him... So I don't know where to go when I get fired...

Since I'm under 18, I'll probably have to go to a home for that long..." Thomas said sadly and looked at his blanket.

"When are you going to be 18?"

"In 3 months..."

"Three months isn't long...maybe I can do something there.

I suggest you get some rest and I'll come back later

to visit. If anything, here's my cell phone number" grinned the older one and gave him a small piece of paper. Then he got up and left.

Thomas couldn't make sense of what Philipp might be up to, but he knew one thing, that he wouldn't go to a home.