I heard a thud behind me. I turned around and looked. I realized someone fell out of the trees. I then walked over to them. I then noticed there was a tattoo on the person arm that looked like something I had seen before. Then I realized it was Paul. I ran over to him. I realized he was hurt.
"I found him."
They ran over to us. "What happened?" Said Till.
"He fell out of the tree."
Flake walked over to him. He was able to determine that nothing was broken. Other then his already still broken wrist. I picked him up and took him home.
This time Till and Flake stayed with us. Till and Flake had been dating. I set Paul in bed. I was wondering why Paul was hiding from us. I only knew where to find him because he liked to go hiking there when upset.
All of a sudden I heard yelling. I ran into bedroom and found Paul yelling. I could tell he was having a nightmare. I layed next to him.
"Paul, it is OK. I am here no one is going to get you."
He woke up and looked at me. I saw he was crying and I couldn't tell why. Then he moved his arm. I then saw he hurt his wrist again. I saw the binding was cutting into him turning his hand purple. I picked him up and ran to take him to the hospital. Till followed me.
I was waiting and I knew something wasn't right. He hasn't said a word to anyone and he is a very talkative person. I felt horrible. I just wanted Paul back.
I was finally able to see him and I sat next to him. The doctor had told me I found it before he lost his hand. He was OK otherwise. But, mentally he was bad. The doctor thought it might be everything that has happened to him.
So, they gave me some meds to give him. I was able to take him home. I had to carry him because of the meds they gave him made him sleep. I felt bad.
On the way home Till looked at me. "Is he OK?"
"No, not really."
"I had a feeling you were going to say that."
We got home and I put him back in bed. I sat there watching him sleep. I hoped he would get better. I missed him. I found myself silently crying.
