Smash Williams' world suddenly came crashing down at his feet. His vision began to blur, but he saw the lights, the shouts, the cries; he saw everything. He looked and for the first time in his life, he felt helpless. For he couldn't do anything to ease the minds of his loved ones. They stared off as the medics put Smash on a stretch, and carried him away to the ambulance. Their tears could fill the world's oceans and many more. In that moment, nothing mattered more than Smash, a star, a son, a brother, a mentor, a leader.
The doctor seemed to be walking around as if he owned the hospital.
"Mrs. Williams, I'm very sorry, but there's nothing we can do right now. I assure you, we are doing everything we can."
"Doctor, my boy means more than the world to me, you better understand that whatever the problem is, it needs to be fixed!"
"Mrs. Williams, I-"
"No, I've heard that a million times. I've heard the same thing a million times, I hope you know that by the millionth time I completely understand. But I'm not sure you understand at all."
Mrs. Williams was fed up with the incompetent doctors that roamed the halls. She wasn't sure if any doctor could understand how much football meant to Brian, and if Brian was unhappy, she was unhappy. Her boy was in deep trouble, and nobody seemed to care. Perhaps it was the kind of feeling she had when an untrustworthy person had her boy's life in their hands. If anything, no person would ever be good enough. What Mrs. Williams felt was quite normal, because she was only being a mother, and maybe the doctors didn't understand that.
"Mrs. Williams, I'm sure you'll be glad to hear that we've come up with a diagnosis. The scans have arrived, and I'll tell you everything in the room with your son."
"Hmph, okay, thank you doctor."
Several doctors walked into the room with Smash's mother. Of course, the doctors knew that Smash's mother would refuse to apologize, because she simply had done nothing wrong. Expecting one was probably full of false hope.
"Brian, I'm afraid we have some good news and bad news."
"The Smash can handle it." Smash said with a smile.
"The good news, is that we've reached a diagnosis." The doctor paused, "The bad news is that you have an ACL tear, now it is treatable, but it'll take some good months of physical therapy, and even after that, you may have a small chance of never playing football again."
Smash took a moment to think. He had always been strong, but once again, he took an arrow to the knee. He thought about asking questions like how bad is it? or am I going to be okay? But the doctor had already answered those questions, and making him repeat himself wouldn't do him any good. He had a knee injury before, but again? Smash didn't know what he was going to do.