The Fire

Oliver

Five months went by and I woke up to see Shields. I felt bad for her. "Shields, your a good doctor."

She looked at me. She checked me and I was able to go. I could walk and everything. She still was sad.

"What is wrong?"

She sat next to someone and I saw her sadness. "Dad, everyone else recovered. He hasn't."

"Paul, if you can hear me we miss you."

"I got into a fight with him before this happened. I told him he wasn't my dad and that I hated him."

"That isn't good."

I went home. I sat and thought about all this. I felt so bad for them.