Harris reached for the apartment door, but Mitchell stepped in front of him and swung it open grandly. He didn’t know why everyone was making such a fuss over him. Dr. Brighton had cleared him and Mitchell had driven him back to the apartment. Inside, Harris found a banner—WELCOME HOME HEADCASE!
Tucker, Peyton, Brittany, Charlie, and Gage cheered.
“You guys!” Harris said. He couldn’t believe they’d gone through all of that trouble for him. There was cake, ice cream, balloons, a champagne bottle and six glasses.
“Just stop making surgery a habit, would ya?” Mitchell said, his arm around Harris’ shoulder.
“I’ll see what I can do.”
“I was expecting you to look a lot worse,” Brittany said through a wide grin.
“Aw, thanks.”
Tucker and Peyton, holding hands, stepped up to him. They each t
