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Plan's POV

I woke up early with a feeling of excitement. Today was the day I was getting discharged from the hospital. My head wound had not yet healed completely but I was going to be given a printed set of instructions on how to continue to care for it.

P'Nat arrived just as my breakfast tray was being brought in by the hospital staff.

My breakfast consisted of a large pancake with maple syrup, several strips of crispy bacon and a bowl of fresh seedless green grapes.

P'Nat packed my personal belongings into a hospital plastic bag that was provided inside the narrow closet while I was eating my breakfast.

She asked me how I was feeling and I said that apart from a mild pain where my wound was I was feeling okay.

I heard my phone getting a notification of a text. I fished my phone out from under my pillow.

It was a text from Mean. He texted me the jambalaya recipe just as he had promised. I had asked him to send it to me before he left me last night.

At the bottom of the recipe, he added the message "I expect a sample of your cooking. I need to compare if your jambalaya is better than mine. 😋"

That cocky son of a..., I can't wait to show him.

After breakfast, my attending physician accompanied by a nurse came in. He took my vital signs and examined my head wound. He said it was healing nicely and that he had given instructions to the nurses to give me a copy of a continuation of my wound care which I had to do when I get home. He then signed my discharge papers and handed it to me.

I thanked him and said that I would make sure to follow the instructions for wound care at home.

Before I left the hospital I texted Mean to thank him for the recipe. I also informed him that I was going back home.

"What?" he texted back, "why didn't you tell me last night? I could have picked you up and given you a ride home."

Mean's POV

I was surprised that Plan was already being discharged home. I had thought that his head wound needed more care and treatment but then again hospitals were discharging patients earlier and earlier than in previous years because of shorter and shorter insurance coverage.

I would have insisted on picking him up from the hospital and bringing him back to his house but then I remembered that his girlfriend was probably with him at the hospital right now  taking care of his needs. He really didn't need me.

P'Plan was lucky that our scheduled fan meeting for today had been postponed to next week due to unavailability of the venue.

I used the rest of the day to hang out with a friend who was a former high school classmate. He was the same guy who had invited me to spend a day with him at his family's vacation house outside the city, near where P'Plan and the rest of the group had gone camping.

I enjoyed his company because I did not have to talk about my work with him. We talked more about cars and electronics because he was what I would call a gadgets guy.

Before the end of the day, I received a text from P'Plan.

"Come to my house tomorrow. I have a surprise for you."

How did he expect me to sleep after receiving such a text before my bedtime.

I had to fix myself a cup of lemon grass tea to calm me down and help me to sleep.