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And…. I have started a new story haha. After telling you about every story that was about to finish. Anyway, I Second Monday of February is International Epilepsy Awareness Day) And I have the first chapter up. I have the second and third chapter finished and a bit. So until the story is over at five or six chapters there will be another new chapter

This chapter is told from Ryan's POV.

"Come on Ryan. We're having breakfast. And do you know how great hotel breakfasts are?:"

Seth had nagged me about a million times the past two hours, woken me up before his parents who were in the room next door. Talking about what choices there were and what he wanted to have.

It was actually a miracle he hadn't kept me awake all night.

"It's fine now." I pulled on a hoodie and took my two crutches before I stood from the bed I'd been sitting on. "I have everything. Do you?"

I already knew I was, but looked over my clothes- jeans and a hoodie, the crutches and my shoes.

And then, just as I got up there was a knock on the door, Seth went to open it and Sandy and Kirsten were there.

Seeing them by now, when it was 100 % certain that we'd be a real family had made my heart skip a beat the last few days. I just couldn't help but still worry that my dad would come back having changed his mind- again.

"Are you boys okay?" Sandy asked and looked around. "I know your beds had been put in different ends of the room. Are you still okay with this?" I and Seth looked to each other.

"Felt okay to me." I said at last while I shrugged slightly. "What about you Seth?"

Having the same room as him was of course enough for him to keep me up about how great he thought the breakfast would be.

Although when we came downstairs I'd have to say I now agreed with Seth on the "hotel breakfasts are amazing" part.

"Do you need help?" Sandy asked. "It will be hard both keeping track of two crutches, your leg and taking what you want. If you just tell me I'll go and get it."

"I'm fine." I leaned the crutches against one of the tables closest to the breakfast buffet. Maybe this would give me one little chance not to stumble and fall before I would be back at the table.

I still hadn't really gotten the hang of walking without crutches despite practicing every chance that I got.

"Don't worry kid." Sandy told me. "We're in no rush."

I knew that, okay?!

Slow or not I had to concentrate on them one and one…

I couldn't help it, with my hands full of a plate with bread and trying to choose what to have on it, I tried to take a step but took it wrong obviously because while I moved my body the leg was stuck where it was. And it was out of reflex that I reached out and tried to reach something not to fall flat. And not just that, but somehow in the fall I was trying to grab for something to keep me up and pulled with me the cloth from the table- resulting in more things falling to the floor with more and louder crashes.

Of course I'd done this wearing a white hoodie. Now it was stained with various kinds of jam and marmalade and fat and butter and anything else from a breakfast buffe that could possibly stain.

Within seconds I'd noticed how quiet the whole hall had become.

Maybe if I could just…

I wasn't so sure I wanted to get up and finding every single person in the room who had turned to see the blonde, clumsy pegleg that had just ruined everyone's breakfast.

Well, I was wearing slacks so at least they couldn't spot that latter.

"Come here kid." The seconds felt like hours but suddenly I felt Sandy tugging my arm and Kirsten and half pulled, half pushed me back on my feet.

I spent a brief second on seeing how everyone had turned to stare before I looked downwards towards everything that had scattered on the floor.

"Don't worry about it…" Someone who worked here fast sooner than I could have said "breakfast" "We'll clean this up and you… you look like you should go change your shirt."

It really did…

"Do you need help? Should I come with you?"

"No…"

I knew he was only trying to help. But the fact only that Sandy had just asked if he needed to come, after fell, after he tried to come up with another solution had finally been enough.

"…I don't need help."

In the middle of the sentence I heard my tone and it wasn't nice. Sandy frowned and if I could have only turned back time a few seconds and to when I hadn't sounded like that to the person that had cared for me more than anyone else I had ever known before.

"I'll be right back."

I checked I had the key in my pocket, took the crutches again and made my way back to my and Seth's room where I angrily threw the dirty hoodie on the floor and sat down on my bed putting my head in my hands.

All this family ever did was try and help me and I…

"Ryan?"

I wasn't sure how much time had passed by but obviously more than I thought because Sandy knocked on the door and came inside.

I never were as angry with anyone else as I was with myself.

And I was never as angry at myself as when I had acted rudely towards someone whom I knew were only trying their best to make everything right.

Random fact

It's a bit hard to figure what problems Ryan would be having with having a prosthetic. I have a friend who has a prosthetic leg but of course I can't meet him and ask him some questions now during the pandemic.