Please stay

Richard

A year had passed and I had been declared cancer free. I quit smoking. I haven't told Paul or anyone else. I was sitting in my office. I was deep in thought.
I was thinking about Paul. After he broke my phone he avoided me. He was very withdrawn. I felt bad I decided to text him to come here. He did and I could tell something wasn't right. I text him my good news. He just looked at me.

"Are you OK."

He had a blank stare. I was hoping he wasn't having another side affect of when he got shot. He then fell over and started shaking. My worst fears were true. How long had he been like this?

He stopped shaking after two minutes. I sat on the floor next to him. When he fell I noticed something fell out of his hand. I looked and it was meds for that problem. He didn't get a chance to take them. He woke up and looked at me.

"I am so sorry. I should have told you."

"look at your phone."

He looked at his phone and started to cry. I could tell he was in a state of shock. "I am OK. I promise. The trigger is stress. Not lights. Just stress."

I didn't find that comforting. I gave him his meds. He didn't argue with me.