Okay, first of all; I am sorry that I have not written anything in a while. I have been busy...
Second; hope you enjoy this. I think that it feels a bit random.
Five months had passed since the night his knee had given out. He had said good bye to the Ilizarov brace about a month ago, and the brace he hobbled around with now was way more practical.
A few weeks ago he had started physical therapy, and he was now able to move his knee ten degrees. It was painful, but he was able to move it!
In a few weeks he would probably start putting some weight on it, whether he wanted to or not. When he thought about it, it seemed like it was still far, far away. But he knew the day would come, when he finally had to defy the pain and actually start trusting some weight on his leg again.
"Only five more reps now!" His over eager therapist, Hans, said as Oliver bent his knee back and forth. Oliver had started to contemplate ways to make Hans disappear forever, and not end up as a suspect. He had found eight ways already, but every single one of them required that he could carry Hans. And of course that required that his right leg was tip top…
If someone had told him a year ago, that he would be sweating like a pig from moving his knee ten degrees back and forth thirty times, he would have laughed. Maybe even cracked a joke, told the person saying so that he or she was out of his/hers mind. But now he was on the verge of crying as he contemplated Hans' murder.
"THEREEEE! That was the last one for today!" Oh my FREAKING God! He had to kill that therapist! If he heard only one more of those high pitched, overly enthusiastic cheers he would go crazy.
Oliver decided that just nodding would do for now. "Yeah, finally, huh?"
"Trust me you are doing GREAT!" Hans cheered.
He was lucky this time, Felicity entered the room just in time to snap Oliver out of his trail of thoughts. That meant that Hans didn't get a weight manual thrown square to his forehead, this time at least.
"Ready to go, honey?" She asked with a wink at Oliver.
"Yeah almost, I just need to take a quick shower first…" he said and tugged at his drenched t-shirt.
She smiled back at him, "Need any help with that?"
Oliver gave a quick laugh, "I said a quick shower… I know how long those showers can take!"
"Yeah, that's true…" Felicity said and blew a kiss in Oliver's direction.
Sorry this took a while, hope you guys enjoy!