I didn't tell Richard. I sat in the waiting room. Paul's partner Warren was also sitting in the waiting room. The doctor finally told us we could see him. He was still wearing his uniform. I was guessing he was OK.
I then saw the cast on his leg. I was like this is going to be nice to explain. He had a cut on his head. He had to have stitches. I felt bad. I should have answered him. His partner was relieved. I found out his partners wife hated him being a medic. He was a nice guy.
He had to go back to work. I made a call to Oliver to meet me here to help me get Paul home. When he woke up they were letting him go home.
"What happened?"
"You fell through the floor. You had to have stitches on your head. Also your leg is broken. Your lucky that was all. That was stupid."
"I didn't want you to die in a fire."
He was released. Me and Oliver helped Paul get home. I was so mad at him. Richard and the kids were not home and I left him to tell Richard the truth. I left to find a new house.
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The Fire
FanfictionStory 2 to my very first STORY. Also new points of view are in this one. Also a few new people are added as well.