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The sun was shining in through her window, and the warmth lessened the intensity of pain that was running through her body. The birds sang happily, chirping away, making all the staff of the hospital cheery, smiles illuminating their faces. Instead of watching the birds fly and basking in the warmth of the sun that shone through her window, she stared idly at the shoes that were sitting in her cupboard.

Her eyes fixed on the pink swoosh that decorated the sides of them, willing the doctor that was in her room to leave, wishing that she could hop from the bed, tie her shoes tight and run down the smooth surfaces of the hospitals halls. She closed her eyes and envisioned her feet pounding hard against the ground, the finish line in the distance.

"You've got a visitor," the doctor said, she looked up at her, Dr.Cameron, she couldn't say she really liked her…she got on her nerves.

She looked to the quiet ticking clock on the wall before looking over at the man who stood in the doorway of her room.

"You're late," she said, turning her head back to the shoes and imagining her race out of here once again.

"What like 20 minutes?" he asked, staring at the clock on the wall that she had looked at earlier, and then continued to talk as he came closer to her bed, "You planning on running out of here?" he chuckled lightly.

Her eyes darted up to his face and she leaned back in the bed glaring at him, "I was thinking about it," her lips curled up a little into a small smirk, "and you about," she looked at the clock, "Three days late…I've been here for three days now." She didn't look at his face anymore, but instead out the window for the first time that day and past Dr.Cameron who was most likely pretending to read her chart.

The man stood, his hands coming out to his sides as he spoke, "What did you want me to do, I have other people to coach…not just you," he answered sharply, letting out a long puff of air when he was finished as if he regretted what he had said.

"Yeah, not anymore," she answered, looking down at herself, tubes and monitors attached to her, her leg hidden under the bed although it was making its presence known.

"I could always reschedule another race…" he said rather slowly, easing her into the idea.

"Is that all you think about? Winning?" She took a breath, trying to keep the tears from falling and looking weak. " You've got other girls get them to race the champion…if you didn't notice I'm in a hospital bed and they still don't know what's wrong with me…so maybe you should just leave," she said, nodding her head towards the door.

"Hadlee," he tried to say something, but she gave him an icy stare.

"Go , mike." She said, letting her tears finally fall, as she spoke through gritted teeth.

He left with his head down, shaking it back and forth. As he left she looked up at Dr.Cameron and glared at her as well, watching as she put down the chart in her hand and made her way out too.

She leaned forward and lifted her leg over the bed, wincing as pain shot through it. Her brown hair fell in front of her eyes sticking to the tears that rolled down her cheeks.

The shoes sat in front of her eyes…continuing to taunt her.

She hated Mike at this moment, for putting hope into her head, that, maybe she would be racing again. She hated him for not being there when it all began, and she hated him for not being the parental figure he was supposed to be being.

He had given her those shoes, she remembered the day perfectly. It was when she had first gone to live with him as her foster parent. She loved being there with him at first, he was nice and he cared, but closer to the present he had brought coaching home and had been pushing her to her limits, nagging her about every single thing that she did. She hated him for that.

Just as she went to hop from the bed and onto the ground, a cane flew in front of her face, stopping her right where she was.

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