Please stay

Paul

A few weeks later I was allowed to go home. I was temperaly confined to a wheelchair again do to all the bones I broke. Richard pushed me. I felt bad.

He carried me to bed. Then laid on the couch. I stayed awake. I texted him to look on my desk. I had been working on something for the day of the accident. I found today was the day I got the surprise for. I just hoped he liked it.

I then text Till. He asked me how I was. I told him I was a little better. He was glad to hear that.
I hadn't heard a response from Richard. Was he mad at me? Did he like his birthday gift?