"You're looking better," Trent said walking into the hospital room.
"So are you," came a sarcastic reply.
"Yeah, well I'm just glad you're okay." He moved closer to Gage's bed.
"Me too." He smiled at Trent. "I know how you feel about guns, Trent, and I wanted to say thank you for giving him what he deserved. Anytime you want to talk, Carlos is a good listener." Both men laughed.
"Yeah he is."
"How is he?"
"He'll live. Concussion. Hasn't stopped him from hitting on everyone of his nurses." They laughed again.
"Tom?"
"He's been quiet since he got home. Mom's worried. I'm thinking that he may want some space from the rest of the family, so I told him he could come stay with me until he sorts through the hole mess."
"He needs you right now," Gage said locking eyes with Trent. "More than he wants or needs his mother. And you need him too."
"You should almost die every day, makes you wiser."
"Maybe you should give it a try, man."
~~The End~~