Teddy's POV

I walked back into the hospital, John was lugging Hilly's present in his arms and Paul agreed to come alone with us.

We were let into Hilly's room, she looked a lot better now and it had only been an hour, John placed the box on the chair as we all smiled at her.

"How you doing Hilary?" I asked with a smirk

"I could be better, what about you Cilla?" She asked smugly. Cilla was my middle name, after my mother. Hilly liked to call me Cilla all the time, I wasn't a fan but usually I'd just punch her arm. Because she was laying in a hospital bed, she had a free pass.

"Cilla?" Paul questioned with a confused look

"Middle name" I said pointing to myself

"What's in the box?" Hilly asked anxiously

"Hold on" I chuckled picking up the box and plopping it on her bed

"Me being the amazing friend I am, decided I would save you a world of trouble, meaning you owe me after this one" I opened the box and she looked at me funny, then I continued

"I told you, my uncle owns a record shop which means, I got you all the records you had before, for free" I smirked picking out the records one by one

"You're joking!" Hilly exclaimed, as loud as she could

"I told my uncle about what happened to you, I have to work at his shop every Monday Wednesday and Thursday in the summer but it was worth it" I shrugged

"You're too good to be true" Hilly beamed

"Aren't I?" I smirked giving her a quick hug

It was good to see her smile, not be so rough all the time. It was nice and reminded me of when we were kids playing in the play streets and down the alley ways, the good days.

Written by Hannah.