When You Have A Story To Tell

“I am sure you want to know about that man,” Doris said, holding the bouquet of flowers in her hands. “By the way, thank you for these. How did you know that Daises were my favourite?”

Eden and Ages sat on the bed, looking questioningly at Noel.

“I didn’t. Eden did.” Noel typed out, getting everyone to look at him, surprised.

“Eden??” Doris asked, surprised.

“Eden?” Ages looked at the man, disbelief written all over his face. “No way.”

“It’s true.” Noel insisted, looking at the woman all bandaged up. “How are you feeling? Does it still hurt to move?”

“Not really.” She said, stretching her arm. “Well, a little bit. Though I have all of Ages’s attention so I don’t think it’s too bad.”

“Don’t joke about something like that, Doris.” Ages scolded, frowning. “You could