Disclaimer: I do not own 7th Heaven or the characters. They are property of Aaron Spelling, Brenda Hampton and the WB.
Chapter 1
(Mary's POV)
It was my first game back since I had hurt my knee when a car hit me. I had had surgery and the doctors were not sure if I was ever going to be able to play basketball again. Even though I had made it through a successful rehab, I was still not sure that my knee was healed enough for me to play, but I gave it a try.
I was sitting on the bench waiting for the whistle to blow to signal the start of the game. When it did, I could hear my parents and my brothers and sisters in the crowd cheering for me. My teammates were also cheering for me and telling me that I could do it. Hearing those words of encouragement made me less nervous.
The game had started and we had the ball. Nikki, my teammate, passed the ball to me to take a shot. Instead of taking the shot I hesitated and passed the ball not realizing who or what team I had passed it to. I was hoping that it was my team, but then I realized that it was not my team and that I had passed the ball to the opposing team. Man, why did I do that? I thought to myself.
Realizing that we did not have the ball anymore, I got on defense. Moments later the girl that I was guarding had the ball in her hands ready to take a shot. As she did, I went up to block the shot and came down hard on my knee. As I started to fall, I heard my mom yell, "Mary!" As I hit the ground, I moaned and groaned and laid there. I held my knee in pain. As I laid on the ground I could hear my teammates and my parents and brothers and sisters saying, "Come on Mary, we need you," "You can do it, Mary." Hearing those words, I got up and tried to put weight on my knee. When I did this, an unbearable pain shot through my knee. I collapsed to the ground unable to move.
After I had laid there for a few moments, my teammates came over and asked me if I was okay. I did not respond, nor was I paying attention, my knee hurt too much to do so. A few moments later, the trainer rushed to my side. Immediately he started asking me questions like "What hurts?" and "How much?" I responded to the first question by saying really weakly, "my knee." When he asked me the second question, I responded by saying "a lot." Then the trainer asked me if I thought that I could get up and walk over to the bench. I said that I was not sure but that I would try.
Having said that, the trainer put his arm around me for me to use as a support and I tried to put weight on my knee. When I did, another pain shot through my knee. At that moment all I wanted to do was collapse to the ground so that is exactly what I did. The trainer then picked me up and carried me back to the bench. As the trainer carried me off the court the crowd applauded loudly.
Once I was on the bench, the trainer examined my knee and went to get me some ice to put on it. When he came back with the bag of ice he told me to place it on my knee and keep it there for a while. "Okay," I responded weakly, still crying from the excruciating pain I was in.
"Mary, are you okay?" "Mary, what's wrong?" were just a few of the questions that my teammates asked me as the trainer went on to watching the game. I was crying really hard which made it difficult for me to answer.
A little while longer, the trainer came over to check on me. "How are you doing?" he asked. "My knee still hurts a lot and I still can't move it," I responded. "Okay, let me examine your knee again and see what I can do," the trainer said. "Okay," I responded.
The trainer then took me into another room to examine my knee. When we got to the room he placed me on the examination table. I laid down and he started moving my knee in all different directions. With each movement made, I started to wince from the pain and tears began to fill my eyes. The only thought that went through my mind with each movement was make this pain go away please. After a few minutes, the trainer told me to stay there and to not move my knee while he went to talk to my parents. I did exactly what I was told.
"Mom, is Mary going to be okay?" asked Ruthie, Lucy and Simon. "I don't know, but I hope so," their mother responded. Just then, the trainer came over to speak to the Camdens. "Rev. and Mrs. Camden?" the trainer asked. "Yes," they both responded. "How's Mary?" " Well," the trainer began, "she is in a lot of pain and is complaining that her knee hurts a lot." "I have examined her knee and have come to the conclusion that she needs to go to the hospital." "Okay," both Rev. and Mrs. Camden answered with fear in their voices. "Would you like to go see her?" "Yes," they both said. "Matt, stay here with the rest of the kids while we go check on Mary alright?" "Alright, is she going to be okay?" Matt asked. "We don't know, just stay here," Mrs. Camden ordered. "Okay," Matt responded.
A little while later the trainer came back with my parents trailing behind him. When they saw me lying on the examination table, they immediately ran over to me to see how I was doing. "What's wrong?" my parents asked. "My knee hurts a lot and I can't move it at all," I responded. After a moment, I asked, "What's going on?" asking no one in particular. "You need to go to the hospital Mary," the trainer said. "Why, is my knee really that bad?" I asked. "Yes," the trainer said. "I am going to go call for an ambulance, I will be right back," said the trainer. "Stay here and don't move your knee." "Okay," I responded. As the trainer left the room, tears started welling up in my eyes and I started crying uncontrollably. My parents came over and embraced me as I cried in their arms. "It hurts, it hurts so much," I sobbed. "We know, we know," my parents said trying to comfort me.
A little while later the trainer came back and told us that he had called an ambulance and that it was on its way. "You need to stay here to wait for the ambulance, however, I need to go outside and wait for the ambulance to come so I can tell them where to find us," the trainer told us. "Okay," we all responded. As the trainer left the room, I looked up at both my parents and said, "I am scared." "We know honey, everything is going to be okay," they both said hugging me.
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