Ok guys, I've decided to share my writing schedule so you know when to expect an update.
Monday- you can expect an update but like anything, it's not guaranteed.
Tuesday- may not update depending on how much homework I have. Also have youth group on these days as well.
Wednesday-May not update depending on how much homework I have. Also have youth group on these days as well.
Thursday- you can expect an update but like anything, it's not guaranteed.
Friday- you can expect an update but like anything, it's not guaranteed.
Saturday- depends on if I'm at my dad's or not. This week I am at my dads.
Sunday- depends on if I'm at my dad's or not.
Ok, so there's my schedule. By the way witnessgreatness21, most of the next chapters will probably be like fillers. Like I said before, action will slow a bit. And it WILL come back. Ok I'd like to thank witnessgreatness21 for reviewing. Logan Henderson Is Mine for reviewing. And last but not least, Bubzchoc for reviewing. Ok guys, on with the story.
Tears streamed down Logan's face as he finished pulling his toes up for the fifth time in a row. June looked at everyone in the room before telling Logan his results. "Well, it seems your ankle hasn't improved much." Logan's hope of at least some improvement vanished. He felt horrible. Logan had done everything June told him to for a week. He thought maybe he would have a little more range of motion, but no. Of course not.
Logan, Kendall, Carlos, James, Katie, Jennifer, Joanna, and Mr. Mitchell were all crammed in the little room in the back of the physical therapy building. They had given June the X-rays and she had said it was pretty bad. She said most people would say that Logan should just give up, but she would help him anyway. That gave Logan hop. He loved that June was so willing to help.
"The doctor isn't going to give you surgery to put your ankle back in place?" June asked. Come to think of it, Logan's ankle was sideways.
"No, they said that was just going to be how it healed," Logan said.
"Honey, you need to get surgery for it. Who's your doctor?" June seemed surprised. Well actually, everyone in the room was surprised.
"Dr. Peirce," Kendall said begrudgingly.
"Oh, that would explain it. Come on, we have to go to the hospital and get a good doctor. I know just who to get." June walked out of the cramped room gesturing for the others to follow. "We're going now?" Joanna asked.
"Yup, we have to. Logan's ankle needs that surgery now, before it heals to much to fix it."
"Oh." Everyone followed her out and got in there cars.
BTR
June ran into the hospital as soon as they got there. Everyone else stayed in the cars, waiting for her cue to come in.
Logan sat there, pretending like nothing was wrong. In all truth, Logan had never had a surgery before and he was scared to death. He had heard how some surgeries went wrong, he didn't want that to happen. What if they ruined his ankle more, then he would never be able to walk again. They could crush his only chance. And even if it did go fine, he would have to start all over on the physical therapy thing. He would have to endure more pain than before. He would have to wait and let his ankle heal form the surgery. He was done, that was it. He was out of the band. Logan heaved a great sigh.
"What's wrong?" James asked.
"What, nothing." Logan said. James didn't look very convinced but let be.
Soon June came back. "The doctor I told you about agreed to give Logan the surgery. He want's to see your ankle though," June said with a smile. Logan's breath caught in his throat.
"What?" Logan asked.
They got into the doctors office. As soon as Logan saw the doctor, he could tell he was nice than Dr. Peirce. "Hi," he said, " I'm Dr. Nalt."
"Hi," Logan said.
"Let's take a look at that ankle." Logan couldn't help but think Dr. Nalt worked with younger kids most of the time. Logan pointed to his right ankle.
"This is the one I broke." Dr. Nalt barley touched and Logan winced.
"I see. Yes well, Logan you defiantly need surgery. It may even give you more range of motion in your ankle. I here that's what your working on in your physical therapy class." Dr. Nalt said with a smile. Logan nodded nervously. "I think the latest we can do the surgery is in about four days, but we should do it earlier to be safe."
"How about Wednesday," Ms. Knight said. That was two days from now. Everyone seemed to agree. Logan only agreed to hide his fear.
"Great, come in at . . .," Dr. Nalt looked on the computer next to him. "Is one o'clock good?"
"Yes, one o'clock is fine," Ms. Knight said.
"Great, see you then. Till then, Logan, I want you to stay of your ankle, ok? Then after the surgery, your going to have to stay off of it for a couple weeks. Then, and only then, can you continue your physical therapy sessions. Logan nodded, disappointed.
He hated this. He didn't want to wait, he didn't want to go into surgery, he didn't want to be kicked out of the band, he didn't want to move back to Minnesota, he just wanted to walk again. Was that to much to ask for?
BTR
When they got home, Logan went into his room. He really didn't want to do much. He didn't want to talk. He just wanted to sit in his room and think of the surgery. He got on the bed and thought. What would happen if the surgery went wrong?
Future if surgery went wrong in Logan's opinion (Italicized)
"Mom, can you get me a bowl of cereal?" 45 year old Logan said. He let out a huge belt. He didn't have to do anything, so he didn't. He just sat there on his bed all day, letting his parents do all the work for him. His parents never complained though.
But his ex-friends did. They would tell him to get up and do something. Just because he couldn't walk didn't mean he couldn't do something they would say. Logan would just blow them off. Soon they got tired of him just sitting there, ordering them to do stuff, so they left and eventually stopped coming altogether. Logan didn't care though, he always had his parents.
He was fat now, like really fat and he just kept eating junk food till he gave himself a heart attack.
End of future vision
Logan shuttered at the thought. He couldn't do that. He didn't want to become that. He wanted to have a future. He wanted a family, friends, his own house. He didn't want to be nothing while his friends became famous pop stars and forget about him. Logan felt tears brim his eyes. If the surgery did work ,he would probably be the same because he would've lost all hope by then. Logan sat on his bed, legs pulled up to his chest, arms around his legs, thinking about the future he would never have.
Wow I did not expect that to happen. No seriously, I wasn't originally going to make Logan go into surgery. So yeah, this chapter turned out a little better than I hopped. So maybe there is a little action left! Yay! Alright guys, review please!