I was able to see Richard drag me from the car. I was able to see everything. I followed him. He was sad. I didn't like were this was going. How did I get like this. I found Richard was sitting next to me crying. I put my hand on his shoulder and he shivered. I could tell he was scared. I sat on the floor in the corner and cried. Richard looked in my direction.
"Paul, I wish I could comfort you. I don't know how. I don't know how. I see you crying in the corner."
"How is this possible?"
"I have no idea. Just know what ever happens I love you."
"I love you too Richard. Wait you hear me?"
"Yes, I do."
How is this possible? I sat and stay with myself. Richard went home.
About four months later I wake up and I freak out and I remember where I am. I remember there is still a breathing tube down my throat. I can move my hands. A nurse walks in a few hours later to do her rounds and gets a doctor. When she sees me looking at the ceiling.
He takes the tube out and sees if I can walk and I can. I was well and was happy. I told them not to tell Richard.
I was released in the morning and I went home. I found the house empty. I hoped this didn't have a bad outcome. So, I ran to the store and back to get a few things.
