"Gary, just give me the briefs, I have no time to take extra projects." Austin sat in his power suit, running orders at the speed of light, sipping coffee while attending a skype call.
It was almost two months now, I could move around the house now on a wheelchair, the doctor said I could shift to walking on crutches since my ribs seemed to have healed so I could alternate between both of them, though I preferred my crutches, although it was painful it gave me a lesser feeling of being dependent on Austin. Besides it was ridiculous how much extra work Austin was juggling because of me. He had a chain of restraunts to run, he had a book which was publishing in a few days and he had TV cook shows to guest in and he had interviewers lined up. He cancelled his trip to Italy which was supposed
