short chapter, not exactly important. just something to get the creative juices flowing...
Ruby
p.s. this really happened to me! well, i had knee surgury, but this is what will happen if i ever fall on my knee again... so i write from experience.
enjoy!
Chapter Seventeen
Roles had been switched. Now I was the one in the white hospital sheets, waiting for doctor's to come by in their scrubs and rush me off for emergency surgery. My wrestling career was over before it even started. Like the blink of an eye. Extremely cliche, but highly applicable to how I was feeling.
I woke up several hours later, my leg bandaged from my toes to my hip. I was woozy, and they told me that I had been out for seven hours. That meant that it was six in the morning that Tuesday. They also told me what I already knew. I had a cadaver's ligaments to replace my old ones, my knee was fourteen degrees off center (it has been since I was fifteen), and that I was done with wrestling if I ever wanted to salvage what little I had left of my own kneecap.
He walked into the room, the bags under his eyes telling me that he had been awake the entire time. He held a coffee in his hand and I deduced that it wasn't exactly his first cup. Brushing shaking fingers through my hair (probably shaking from the caffeine), he sat down on the bed beside me and kissed my cheek. Which was good, because I was still feeling the effects of being heavily sedated with food in my stomach and didn't precisely have all movement in her face back yet.
He would feel sorry for me, and he would care for me. I knew he would just by how he was sympathetically looking at me. That's when the grief set in. My career was done before it even started. I had just gotten things the way I wanted them.
KARMA'S A BITCH!