On the way back, after leaving the wheelchair, I was brought to the visitor room again. This privilege they didn't take from me, and I got visited awfully often for my short stay; it seemed my grandmother had enriched a few prison people.
I was furious, thinking I had to face my nemesis again, but instead there sat a crying Danny looking a bit roughed up.
My eyes widened, and I sat down, immediately gripping the speaker. Danny took it as well, only to cry in it.
"Hey, what's up? Thanks for coming!" I was really over the moon seeing my friend here.
He tried to speak but didn't get a word out.
"Why are you looking like this?" I asked.
"They wouldn't…." He cried again.
"...let us…." Continued to cry.
"....come in....." Again.
"...together…"
I sighed when he finally got the sentence out.
"So what? Have you guys fought to decide who would come visit me first?" I laughed.
He nodded, and I laughed more.