Please stay

Paul

A week later I was allowed to go home. Richard picked me up and put me in bed. I realized I was not well. I just hoped I would get well. I could tell he was worried.

I couldn't do much until my leg healed. I was put on meds so I wouldn't get more blood clots.
I was in so much pain and could do nothing about it. Do to the other med. I just cried because it hurt so bad.

Richard came in and I heard him playing music. I looked up and noticed it was the guitar I got him for his birthday.

He stopped playing a minute and put the guitar down. He got on the bed with me. He saw I was crying and wiped the tears away. I fell asleep. He just layed there.