Going the Distance by John Goode

Author:John Goode [Goode, John]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

CHAPTER NINE:

REBOUND

TURNS OUT the doctor was not wrong; physical therapy sucked balls.

I was released with crutches and pain killers after a week and a half, a week and a half that Nate spent by my bedside. I asked him if he had other places to be, but he always shook his head no before going back to watching TV. “Nope, I’m where I need to be.”

And that was the end of the conversation.

When I got home, I found my dad had replaced my bed with a much larger hospital-style one. “Turns out there were still a few of these in storage on base from when it was a hospital,” he explained when I looked at the thing, confused. “You’re going to need to keep as much weight as you can off that hip for the time being. This is going to help.”

I found it hard to believe that my dad found a free hospital bed just lying around, but I was too tired from hobbling from the car to my room to argue. I sat down on the edge of the mattress, and my dad took my crutches. I saw most of my stuff had been moved out of the way, and my old bed was against the far wall. At the end of the bed stood two suitcases and a duffel bag with the A&M logo on it.

“Nate’s using your old bed. You don’t mind, right?” my dad asked me. I heard Nate clattering into the house, hauling the rest of my stuff in from the car,

“He’s sleeping in here with me?” I asked, panicked.

My dad gave me a small smile. “Relax, it’s going to be okay.”

Having Nate in my room as I slept was not my definition of okay at all. But I was too tired to argue. Instead I leaned back into the bed and scooted myself up, which brought an explosion of pain from my hip.

“Fucking shit!” I screamed. My leg felt like it was being torn off by a shark with a pretty serious grudge against me. I saw spots form in front of my eyes even though they were closed from the pain. I felt my dad’s hands grab my shoulders and steady me as he called out to Nate for something.

I had really thought I’d felt pain before in my life. You’re talking to a guy who worked out no less than four hours a day and thought he was pretty good friends with pain. I really thought pain and me were on speaking terms and that this was going to be something we could get through together. But as I lay there feeling like my leg was on fire, I realized pain was not my friend. In fact, we barely knew each other.

That and I was going to end up being its bitch for a while.

Telling me the pain would be gone in a little bit, my dad shoved a couple of pills into my mouth and followed them with a drink of water.

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