I checked out of the hospital. I then realized something. Mr. Wonka didn't own a car! "Are we walking?"
"Do you mind?"
"It's very cold out here, and I thought that I should keep my arm warm."
"Oh, yes. I'm sure that that would be a wise choice."
He paused for a moment. "Here." He started to take his jacket off.
"No, no, please, it's ok. You don't have to do that." He wasn't listening. "No!" my tone caught his attention. He buttoned his jacket again, all the while looking like a wounded puppy. I felt really bad. It was a known fact that the injection I received was liable to make one emotional. A tear streamed down my face. "I'm sorry."
"Shhh, don't cry, its ok." I felt his hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry; we'll be home in no time. Come on, let's go."
It was about 5 minutes later, and we were there. How had we gotten there so quickly? Once I walked in the door, I was warmed. It was very cold, and heat felt really nice.
"Are you tired?"
"Kind of, yes."
I looked around. In the middle of the floor was a coat rack with a maroon jacket hung on it. Mr. Wonka was gone, and the jacket wasn't his. I went over to it and picked it up. It was almost identical to his, only the style seemed like that of a girl's. Embroidered in the top left was an 'MW'. The 'W' was the same, but the 'M' was different. I put it on, and it fit perfectly.
"I see you have found your get well present."