Jun 13, 2017
Coming Home || Closed
@unadulteratedcreativity
He was moving slowly, carefully. Hand pressed to his side as he took each stair into their home carefully. He was still in pain. Moving wrong, breathing wrong, hurt. Left his gasping with tears in his eyes. But he was home and that more than anything else was what mattered to him.
“M’fine,” Li,” he grunted, pausing to catch his breath at the top of the stairs. He was probably not quite as fine as he wanted his wife to believe. Probably shouldn’t have been out of the hospital yet. But he was stubborn. And he’d argued his way into finishing his recovery at home.