Magnum lifted his head from the pillow and winced as his eyes were filled with wet tears.
He stepped out of his bedroom moments later to see his friends lying on his couch asleep. He tapped Rick on the shoulder, and as he jerked, it caused TC to awake suddenly as well.
They both rubbed their eyes and stood up quickly.
Magnum smiled and placed a hand on Rick's shoulder. "Just tell me Higgins is okay."
Right then Higgins entered the guest house. "Why I'm fine Magnum." Thomas looked up to see his friend coming down the stairs and setting a tray of coffee at the kitchen table.
Magnum paced over and embraced the shorter man suddenly. Higgins wasn't sure how to react, and found himself wrapping his arms around his friend as well, but only for a moment.
"You're alive…" Magnum exclaimed, a big grin flashing across his face.
"Quite." Higgins replied, a confused look plastered on his face.
"I didn't shoot you, no bullet wounds." Magnum patted his friend down quickly.
Rick and TC approached. "Bad dream Thomas?"
"You wouldn't believe it if I told you."
And after a few glances were exchanged between Higgins, TC and Rick. TC responded.
The four men listened to Magnum recounting the dream as they sipped their coffee.
"Then TC came in and said you had died Higgins, and now here we are."
"Yes, here we are." Higgins responded a slight smile falling across his face.
"Maybe we should put a call in to Doc Ibold Thomas; he was here before you went to sleep and well…"
Magnum nodded. "I'm gonna be alright now Rick."
"How can you be so sure Thomas?"
He looked each of his friends in the eye. "Because I have you guys."
And a slight smile fell across each of their faces.
Some scars may never fade, but for Thomas Sullivan Magnum, Orville Rick Wright, Theodore Calvin and Jonathan Higgins, they are always healing.