Ch. 16
Randy
Two days later
The florescent lights overhead cast a rather harsh glare on Honor's skin, highlighting old scars on her arms as she sits on the exam table awaiting Dr. See to come back and tell her what her prognosis is. I remember having to have surgery on both my shoulders they weren't fun; I feel for her sitting here on this table in. She is stretching and recoiling random locks of her long hair, the taught coils springing back as she tugs at them and swinging her short legs back and forth nervously.
"What if it's something worse than a dislocation?" Her giant brown eyes plead with me like I was God and I could change all of this. "They won't let me wrestle. I won't be on the tour…"
"You'll be fine Honor. I promise you that much," she rolls her eyes in exasperation just as Dr. See comes in the room holding a large orange envelope.
The tall man opens the file and flicks the x-ray board on, a calming sense of déjà vu washes over me summoning old memories of my own shoulder injuries. Honor watches Dr. See's every move, no traces of distress on the older man's face. He pulls up a rolling stool and proceeds to speak more to her than me.
"Ms. Brice, I'm not going to sugar coat anything your shoulder is completely pulled out of its socket. It is a posterior dislocation," he motions to the placement of her shoulder in the image on the board, "Your injury is significantly less common than an anterior dislocation. The good thing about it is you don't necessarily need surgery to repair it." He uses his pen to circle around an area of the picture, "The only way I'll recommend surgery to patients is if your MRI shows any nasty injuries to any of the tendons and or ligaments. In your case you didn't have any of those though I'm still worried about any damage to the tendons and other tissues surrounding the area, nothing else appears to be affected. We'll set your shoulder then get you fitted for a sling and a brace." Dr. See clicks the board off then scoots himself in front of Honor, then looks over at me his expression unreadable. "Would you like to be present when we reset her shoulder?"
"No," I shake my head quickly to rid my mind of the memory of getting my own shoulder popped back into place and she starts laughing aloud.
"Of all things that could make you shudder, a bone being put back in place scares you?" Honor giggles while clutching her arm to her chest, she's been doing that for a few weeks prior to the incident with Avery so I am surprised Dr. See didn't find any other injuries to her shoulder.
"Ms. Brice let's get you all set up and ready! I know it's the very first serious injury you've had," my eyebrows shoot up in disbelief.
The question burns at my lips and resonates in my mind until Dr. See has left the room and she is sitting on the exam table looking like a frightened lamb and nearly as pale as she can get.
"Is this really your first hardcore injury?" Solemnly she nods in my direction not even looking at my face. I stand up and walk in front of her placing my hands on her sides then pulling her close for a hug, rubbing small circles on her upper back. She maneuvers herself so that I'm not crushing her shoulder. "What the hell? What else are you still virgin to? Have you ever tasted alcohol?"
"Of course I've done things that are a lot worse than you would even think I'm capable of doing. It's my first major injury, like one I have to be in the hospital for…" Honor nuzzles closer under me, intuitively I adjust myself around her.
"Capable of… like seducing a married man in the middle of the night? Hmm… maybe you stole a beer from your dad's fridge? Or… Maybe you've stolen a car? I don't know what you have the capability or guts to do…you never cease to shock me," I smile down at her feeling some of the tension in her petite body drain.
"How are my girls?!" Sam smiles tightly her chubby cheeks puff up displaying a breath taking smile.
"We're fine, honey? Come say hi to Daddy Alanna," my wife looks down beside her as a head of blonde hair moves around the left corner of the camera before she makes an appearance in her mother's lap. Well she quickly cut to the chase, for that I'm kind of thankful…I guess.
"Daddy!" hearing my daughter is exactly what encouraged my conscience to get louder. While Honor is in the exam room with Dr. See for the next hour, Sam, Alanna, and I all catch up on each other's lives. When Sam ends the call I grow bored not wanting to be alone with my thoughts, so I wander on down to the room where Honor is to see if they've finished putting her together again. I arrive right when the doctor is securing the brace and sling around her shoulder and telling her how much time to take off. The whole time I've been here I've said very little to her. I don't know what to say to her. Honor has infinite amounts of sourness on her sweet little face, causing her bottom lip to jut out. Before we wrap up the appointment and she signs the release forms Dr. See goes over some suggestions and the rehab regimen to help her out with the injury.