Notes: Inspiration bit me. I know where I'm going with this. New things to claim for me: Dr. Dharma Thompson and Ariel Broughton. Please pretend Adam replies take longer. I don't know how to express that in this fic.
Someone Like You
"Adam you can't mope in here forever." Sharon said knocking on the door.
Adam turned off the CD player. He'd been home for two weeks and had barely left his room. Adam really didn't want to do anything since he came home from the hospital. He knew his hockey career was completely over. No one would want him on their team. "Go away." He yelled to his mother.
"Adam you can't say in here feeling sorry for yourself. Your doctor said there's no reason why you can't go back to Eden Hall Monday."
"Yes there is!" Adam said angrily punching his pillow with his good hand. "Everyone will laugh at me."
"Adam they won't." Sharon said. She realized how dumb that answer was so she sighed. "Okay some will. But your friends will be there supporting you. You can't let this problem beat you. You were able to come back and play after two operations on your wrist. You can come back and play after this." She sighed again paused as if contemplating what to say. "Adam I've scheduled you an appointment with Dr. Dharma Thompson for tomorrow."
"What kind of doctor is she?" Adam asked turning off his music.
"She's a child psychiatrist."
"No! Don't want to go!"
"I know Adam but your doctor at the hospital suggested we take you to see her. She's helped several people with your problem."
Adam sighed. "Okay fine. But I don't have to talk right?"
"Of course not. You just go and if you want to talk that'd be great. I think she said she'd introduce you to some other kids that have your problem."
"Okay."
***
The next day Adam walked into a rehab center. He was given directions to Dr. Thomas' office. He knocked on the door.
"Come in!" A voice called.
Adam pushed the door open. He saw a brightly-lit room with books and papers stacked on the desk and couch. A woman in her mid forties was sitting at the desk chewing on a pencil. Her hair was being held up with two pencils. She looked up.
"Adam Banks?" She asked. He nodded. "I'm Dr. Dharma Thomas. Please call me Dharma." Adam shook her hand but didn't say anything. "Now Adam you have to get used to talking. Your mother said you were going back to school Monday. You'll have to speak then."
"I don't want to go back to school. Everyone will laugh at me."
"Oh well that happens to everyone. I'm sure you'll do fine. The only problem you have is your brain has trouble relaying to your mouth to talk. There's not even a reason you can't play hockey."
"You know I play hockey? My mother told you about it?"
Dharma blushed. "Actually one of my patients goes there and is in the band. She was on the cheerleading squad until she was in a car accident. Hit her head very hard. I have her permission to tell you this by the way. Perhaps you know her. Her name is Ariel Broughton. I was going to introduce you two but she had band practice today. She suffers from the same thing you do. Maybe I can have her introduce herself to you Monday."
"Uh that'd be nice." Adam said. Like I'm going to go to school Monday.
"So you want to talk? This has to be a tough adjustment for you."
"I guess I shouldn't be surprised...I'm cursed or something...When I was in peewees I got knocked into the goalpost in the championship game...During the Junior Goodwill Games an opposing player broke a hockey stick over my wrist and I got hurt...My wrist had been week ever since...Then last year I had my wrist broken in several places had screws put in my wrist and had to have two operations...And then this year before the school year starts I'm pushed down the stairs."
"Tough break. But you can still play hockey you know. It doesn't require talking."
Adam shrugged. "Doesn't matter. No one would want me on the team."
"Have your coaches said so?"
"No but I know they won't."
"You never know. Just ask them."
And they left it at that.
Someone Like You
"Adam you can't mope in here forever." Sharon said knocking on the door.
Adam turned off the CD player. He'd been home for two weeks and had barely left his room. Adam really didn't want to do anything since he came home from the hospital. He knew his hockey career was completely over. No one would want him on their team. "Go away." He yelled to his mother.
"Adam you can't say in here feeling sorry for yourself. Your doctor said there's no reason why you can't go back to Eden Hall Monday."
"Yes there is!" Adam said angrily punching his pillow with his good hand. "Everyone will laugh at me."
"Adam they won't." Sharon said. She realized how dumb that answer was so she sighed. "Okay some will. But your friends will be there supporting you. You can't let this problem beat you. You were able to come back and play after two operations on your wrist. You can come back and play after this." She sighed again paused as if contemplating what to say. "Adam I've scheduled you an appointment with Dr. Dharma Thompson for tomorrow."
"What kind of doctor is she?" Adam asked turning off his music.
"She's a child psychiatrist."
"No! Don't want to go!"
"I know Adam but your doctor at the hospital suggested we take you to see her. She's helped several people with your problem."
Adam sighed. "Okay fine. But I don't have to talk right?"
"Of course not. You just go and if you want to talk that'd be great. I think she said she'd introduce you to some other kids that have your problem."
"Okay."
***
The next day Adam walked into a rehab center. He was given directions to Dr. Thomas' office. He knocked on the door.
"Come in!" A voice called.
Adam pushed the door open. He saw a brightly-lit room with books and papers stacked on the desk and couch. A woman in her mid forties was sitting at the desk chewing on a pencil. Her hair was being held up with two pencils. She looked up.
"Adam Banks?" She asked. He nodded. "I'm Dr. Dharma Thomas. Please call me Dharma." Adam shook her hand but didn't say anything. "Now Adam you have to get used to talking. Your mother said you were going back to school Monday. You'll have to speak then."
"I don't want to go back to school. Everyone will laugh at me."
"Oh well that happens to everyone. I'm sure you'll do fine. The only problem you have is your brain has trouble relaying to your mouth to talk. There's not even a reason you can't play hockey."
"You know I play hockey? My mother told you about it?"
Dharma blushed. "Actually one of my patients goes there and is in the band. She was on the cheerleading squad until she was in a car accident. Hit her head very hard. I have her permission to tell you this by the way. Perhaps you know her. Her name is Ariel Broughton. I was going to introduce you two but she had band practice today. She suffers from the same thing you do. Maybe I can have her introduce herself to you Monday."
"Uh that'd be nice." Adam said. Like I'm going to go to school Monday.
"So you want to talk? This has to be a tough adjustment for you."
"I guess I shouldn't be surprised...I'm cursed or something...When I was in peewees I got knocked into the goalpost in the championship game...During the Junior Goodwill Games an opposing player broke a hockey stick over my wrist and I got hurt...My wrist had been week ever since...Then last year I had my wrist broken in several places had screws put in my wrist and had to have two operations...And then this year before the school year starts I'm pushed down the stairs."
"Tough break. But you can still play hockey you know. It doesn't require talking."
Adam shrugged. "Doesn't matter. No one would want me on the team."
"Have your coaches said so?"
"No but I know they won't."
"You never know. Just ask them."
And they left it at that.