I woke up a few days later to see Flake sitting next to me. "Flake, why are you here?"
He woke up and looked at me. "I found you almost too late. We lost you once. Your lucky."
He left for a minute and got a doctor. A doctor came into the room and I was released. We then went back to Germany.
I noticed something was missing and everyone was sad. When we got there. Flake took me to a funeral.
"I am sorry to tell you now please don't get mad. Paul, didn't make it. It has been hard on everyone."
"I failed."
"We all did."
It was a nice service. We all cried. I heard Richard's story. I felt so bad.
When it was over we went home and I laid in bed. I thought about the last few weeks. I couldn't believe Paul was gone.
