Chapter 25

Adam's P.O.V

I groaned as my alarm went off. I wasn't used to getting up this early in a while. I hadn't been to school in a month since the accident. I had argued with my mom, but she thought it was for the best.

"Adam you need to take it easy"

"I am taking it easy. I go to therapy every day! Hell I even started to walk around on crutches, mom! I still don't see the point of me missing school!"

"It's just for a while…till you get better"

I rolled my eyes as I relived the conversation we had 4 weeks ago. I had spent all of my vacation time as well as three weeks after that in rehab, trying to get use to walking again since my deep laceration to my femur had nipped my nerve. It was difficult at first but having my family and my best friends to help me made it easier. That and Fiona.

I pull the cover off and grab one of my crutches from my bedside. I lifted myself from the bed and hop my way towards my bathroom, grabbing two plastic bags on my way out as well as my towel. I turned on the shower faucet and sat on the stool beside the bathtub, taking off my black tank top. As I took off my pajama bottoms, I stare down at the large stitches that held together my skin. I ran my fingers down it, felling the hard skin. The bumps and tightly gripped skin were healing well, but it still limited my walking since if I took a wrong step, some of them were bound to blow. I let out a heavy sigh as the steam from the water came in front of me. I grabbed one of the plastic bags and stuck my wrist inside of it, tying the end as best as I could before putting the other one on top of it, making sure this one was tighter so no water could leak through. I had some incidents when my cast would get wet and I had to go and get my wrist recast, but now taking all this precautions, I didn't had any more incidents.

I put all my body weight on my right leg and carefully nudge my way into the shower. I felt the warm water hit my arm, but the bags did their job to not let any water in. The water felt weird on my stitches as it gave a few stings here and there from the touching. I carefully washed my hair, face and body before making my way out. I grab my towel and wrap it around myself before grabbing on to my crutch and making my way out of the bathroom and into my room. I looked at my bed and found my uniform already laid out for me as well as my binder and undershirt.

"Mom", I smile at her nice gesture. For once she wasn't volunteering to help me. I don't want to be babied since I'm not incapable to move around. Sure its a hassle, but I would always prefer to do things my way and by my own than to have anyone think they need to be walking on glass around me.

I still couldn't remember all the details that took place the night of the accident. Eli had told me what he remembered, but none of it sounded familiar. The only times I recalled what happened to me were the nights I'd wake up in a pool of my own sweat as the nightmares startled me awake. It was the only time I felt everything. Windows breaking, glass gracing my body before falling onto my lap, the sound of metal creaking as it broke and molded around me and the horrid pain. The moment I felt my wrist crack; the same way a finger might crack when you pull it, but in an angle that its not meant to. My body might have made me pass out so I wouldn't feel the severity of the injuries that were going to come.

"Hurry up!" Drew called out from behind the door, knocking me out of my thoughts.

"Keep your panties on, Andrew!" I yelled back.

I got dress slowly as not to cause injury to my wrist. Even thought I could move my fingers around in the cast, the rest of it still gave me a lot of pain, especially when I slept, since I still hadn't gotten used to the cast and kept rolling on top of my hand.

As I made my way down the stairs, without my crutches, supporting myself on the banister with my good arm, Drew was already waiting for me down by the stairs, holding on to the wretched thing the doctor had implied I use.

"I'm not using that" I told him in an angry tone. He frowned at me as he pushed it closer to the bottom of the stairs.

"You have to, Adam."

"No I don't. I can walk perfectly well without it."

"Oh yeah? Then prove it."

"Ok I will." I said proudly.

I made it all the way down to the last step before letting go off the banister and putting my weight down on my left leg. It hurt like a hundred burning hells, but I wasn't about to let Drew know that. I took in a deep breath and began to walk. I felt my leg tighten on me. I tried my best to get pass the pain, but I only took two steps before breaking down and screaming in pain.

"I got you" I heard Drew says as his hand grabbed me around my shoulder, right as I was making my way towards the floor. I raised my leg up slightly from the ground to make it easier for me to walk as I put my body weight on him as he helped me to the chair and I sat there, defeated.

"Don't worry" Drew told me, putting a hand on my shoulder. "You'll heal up soon enough and be walking normal again before you know it." I gave him a quick smile before he wheeled me out to the car.

As we came to a stop in front of the school, Drew put the car on park and assembles the wheel chair, placing it in front of my car door. "I'm gonna park the car. Will you be ok to roll yourself to school?" He asked me outside the window. I scowled at him for making it sound like the school was so far away. I gave him a simple nod before I open my door and angrily sat in the wheel chair before rolling myself towards the school entrance, trying my best not to injure my wrist any further.

I got a few stares, but I quickly ignored them as I saw Eli and Clare waiting for me at the foot of the stairs.

"Its great to have you back, buddy!" Eli said as we fist bumped.

Clare leaned over and gave me a hug.

"We missed you in school, Adam"

"Yeah well you can thank my mom for that"

"So how behind are you?" She asks.

"Not much. Drew got all my assignments from my teachers so I'm pretty caught up."

"Well that's good. Now you don't have to cheat off me" Eli joked.

I rolled my eyes at him before feeling a soft hand on my shoulders. I spun my chair around to find myself facing Fiona, who had a big smile on her face. After our talk at the hospital and her stopping by every once in a while at home, our understanding of our feelings was thriving.

"Welcome back" She said before leaning down and planting a kiss on my cheek. That made my insides forget about my pain and even where I was. Her visits included strict supervision from my mother. I smelled the lilac scent she wore and it drove my thoughts to a more primal part I wasn't expecting. I needed to heal and fast.

"It's good to be back" I replied once I noticed I hadn't said anything in a while. I shared a look with her before taking her hand in mine. I heard some whispers behind us, but ignore them as I fixated on her. I was having some many emotions and I wanted to have them explode out of me just now. I was also worried where this would lead. I wanted her, all of her and it was messing with my mind, not to mention other body parts that I did my best to ignore. I mean this would be a lot more easier if I had the equipment like any other guy, but I didn't. Fiona didn't care though. She likes me for me, not for what I do or don't have. How would it be? I kept thinking. Would she reject my advances? Would she be so freaked out by my body that we'd break up? I don't like to think of this but I had. I want a future with Fiona and I don't want the small problems of my anatomy to get in the way! I curse my body once again for letting me down, but I take it back. Without it, I never would have to transfer out to Degrassi and I'd never meet Fiona. The world is a very strange place.

I grip her hand as she looks down at me. I see the small hint of teasing as she bits her bottom lip before giving me a smile. God forgive the thoughts I'm getting. You know what? No don't do that. I don't want this sensation to leave my bloodstream. I want to make more of it. I want to kiss her all over and everywhere. I am a teenage boy like any other so of course my head goes straight to sex. I can tell hers is going in that direction too.

'You need any help?" I hear come from behind me. I knew the voice, but I was surprised by the words. I looked over to see Fitz looking rather shyly at the ground. I was taken back.

"Do you need help or not?" He said once more, this time more annoyed. I saw Eli about to jump into action, ready to bash Fitz's face in, before Clare put her hand on his shoulder, stopping him. Eli still holds his territorial stance as he looks over at me, letting me know through our best friend powers that he'd have my back if anything happened. I hesitate before nodding my head at Fitz, who seems like a deer caught in headlights than the usual dick grin he wears most of the time. He made his way to the back of my chair and grabbed onto the handles, reversing me at the bottom of the stairs so the back of the wheels were hitting the first step. I see the faces of our fellow students doing their best now to ignore me instead of eyeing me. Scared little bitches wants to escape from my lips, but I don't let them come out as I feel myself being moved backwards in a semi floating stance.

"Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna lend a hand, Emo Boy?" I heard him say to Eli. Eli looked over at Clare, who gave him a smile before Eli's shoulders release the anger he was carrying. He walked over to me and put his hand on the arm rest as Fitz did the same on the opposite side. They made no eye contact with each other; Eli just looking at me as I tried not to feel uncomfortable with my usual bully assisting me. Man this place was starting to feel like an old twilight zone episode. Well a really crappy one that didn't get a lot of of viewers, but one nonetheless.

"On 3….1….2….3" Fitz called out. They both lifted up and gradually headed up the stairs. They did their best not to move me from side to side as we went up or to drop the chair as to not cause me any injuries.

"Thanks" I said to Fitz, who still wouldn't look me in the eyes. Did I look that disfigured or something? Man this dude acts like I'm going to turn him to stone if he makes eye contact with me.

"No problem" he says to the cement floor. He made his way back down the stairs and headed out to the parking lot.

"That was weird" Eli whispers to me.

"No kiddin'" I told him. Fiona and Clare walk up the stairs towards us joined by Drew, who kept his eyes where Fitz had walked out to. He asked if I was ok. I'm really starting to hate that question! I nod and finally he leaves to get his things for the day. Clare and Eli wait behind me as I take in a deep breathe. Just another normal day is all I'm hoping for. I don't need anymore eyes on me than the usual ones I get.

"You ready?" Fiona told me as I push myself forward.

"Sure" I exaggerate.

End of Chapter 25