~Kari’s POV~
I was sound asleep still on the couch when I heard a small thud. I quickly woke up to see that it was already dark. How long was I asleep?
“Ow.” I heard someone say.
“Who’s there?” I said starting to panic.
“Don’t worry it’s just me, Tony.” He said standing in front of me. I sighed in relief.
“What are you doing?”
“I brought you this blanket. I thought you might be cold.” He said while trying to cover me in the blanket. “Now go back to bed. You should get some rest.” He said giving me a small smile before turning around and leaving the room. In a matter of minutes I was once again asleep.
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I woke up with rays of sunshine hitting my face. “Oh shit!” I yelled as I began to get up ripping the blanket off my body.
Tony ran into the room, “What’s wrong?!” he asked becoming panicked.
“I woke up late. I need to go make breakfast! What time is it?”
“It’s eight in the morning. And don’t worry about that. I helped your dad with it. He already left for work.”
I sighed in relief. “Thanks.” I said.
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The next few weeks went on like this. Tony took care of me most the time. It felt kind of weird him being so nice all the time when just a few weeks ago he was a complete asshole. After the third week in my recovery, Tony went back to work and decided that I was well enough to do things on my own. I insisted that he should’ve gone back to work earlier but he refused. He would sometimes call me during his lunch break to ask how I was. On the sixth week, I had my doctor’s appointment to get the cast removed. Tony insisted on taking me, so I gave in and let him. We drove to the doctor’s while listening to music. We finally arrived and I used my crutches to get inside. We sat in the waiting room and waited until my name was called. It finally was called and I made my way to the room where the doctor was. He removed my cast and my leg felt like it was allowed to breathe again. I left the doctor’s office and me and Tony headed to the car. Once, we got home, we both went to our separate rooms. While I was sitting in my room drawing, I thought I heard a guitar playing from down the hall. I got up and followed the music which led to Tony’s room. The door was opened and I saw him sitting on the floor playing a guitar.
“You’re really good.” I said
His head shot up to look at me “Thanks.”
“Yea. It seems hard to play.” I said honestly.
“It’s actually not that hard. You want to learn?”
“Umm I don’t know if I can. I’m sort of talentless haha.”
“That’s not true. You’re awesome at taking pictures. Sit.” He said patting the spot next to him. I did as told and took a seat. “Hmm maybe it would be better if you sat in front of me so I could guide you through.” He said. It felt weird but I moved so that I was now in front of his spread out legs. He placed the guitar in front of me and told me how to hold it. I followed his instructions and held the guitar. Once my hands were on it, he placed his hands over mine to show me a few notes. We stayed like that for a while as he taught me a few things. It was actually pretty fun.