A/N: This is my first Initial D fiction. Honest to God, I haven't even watched the anime before, let alone read the manga. Everything is based on google research and a few pointers from senior fics which can be found here in FF. Anyway, I hope this one may peak your interest :D Read and enjoy!
Disclaimer: Own nothing except for a beat-up laptop and very active imagination.
N/B: Calcaneal fracture is also known as the heel-bone fracture. Hurts like hell, can cripple you for awhile, but it will heal given time but yes, may result in long-time complication.
Takahashi Ryousuke was a lot of things. He was a son, an heir, a doctor in the making. He was a brother, a friend, a mentor. He was a man, an idol, a God on the circuit. He was successful, he was respected, he was adored. He was a man with mission and ambition. He was a lot of things until a week ago. A week ago, he became nothing except for a cripple.
The bandaged leg was an ugly sight in his peripheral vision. The sunlight that filtered through the drawn curtain of the hospital ward glowed with vivacity as it shone of the bouquets of flowers that were arranged neatly on the table by the window. Again, it was a gracious morning.
Seven days of waking up on the hospital bed immobile. Seven days of learning to accept the fact that he may never be able to step on the gas pedal anymore.
The painful truth had hurt, but surprisingly he was taking it well. He had had not shouted or screamed yet, throwing accusation to God for the turning of the table. He knew he had every right to lose his mind. He was tempted to go crazy, to kick the gurney with his good leg, the hurl the food tray across the room, or just to shout profanities for the world to hear.
He was tired of being strong. As the eldest son, he was always expected to shoulder the responsibility of being an elder brother and an expected heir. He put up with med school while trying to juggle his time with his parents' expectation and his own passion for racing.
For once in his life, he thought about breaking down. It shouldn't be too hard. All he needed to do was admit defeat.
Life may be unfair.
And just for heck, he lifted a hand and cleared the breakfast tray from the gurney. The clank of the metal matched the rhythm of his heart.
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