A few days passed by. Soda stayed at the hospital, his arm was in a sling. And he had to stay lying down and not sit up. He wasn't even allowed to watch TV. The gang and Tiffany visited him every day, but the doctor didn't allow them to stay for more than half an hour. Said it would be bad for his brain recovery.
In about a week he was ready to go home. The doctor gave them instructions for Soda not to give too much strain on his brain - read only for a little while, which was not a problem since Soda never read anyway, watch TV no more than three hours per day. That was a little more difficult to implement. Soda asked if he could go back to work, and the doctor made it very clear that if Soda went back to work within the next two weeks he'd be back at the hospital. That was the thing Soda was bummed out about the most. He was losing money, and also that meant that Steve would have to do all the work.
On the day of Soda's discharge they were all ready to leave. The guys exited the room while Tiffany was still inside. Soda grabbed her arm and pulled her closer. "Thank you for being there for me." She blushed, "you don't have to thank me," she said and added, "I'm sorry."
"What for?" Soda asked totally surprised.
"If you weren't distracted by me this wouldn't have happened," she replied looking down. He took her chin lifting it up for her to look at him.
"I'd rather have you in my life and be distracted by you and be in the hospital every single day than not have you in my life. And besides I'm the one who's sorry. I ruined our first date." She was going to say something, but before she got a chance to he pulled her closer and kissed her gently on the lips. She didn't pull away and kissed him back.