Muddle✔

A Mess

Rivi's pov:

I honestly thought I'll be given books on kich boxing , but its dahmer we're talkin'bout  .

Emotional intelligence!! Arggh! As if I haven't already read that during my masters.

But since he gave it to me .
Gonna re read it!

I slept for a while and then got onto the book.

4 hours down and boy! If I say I have read it this way before that'd be a white lie.

Mrs . Jones got me food in between and I ate it while reading.

God! Did it after so long.

I pretty much forget what it feels like to sit on a bed with a book and stuffing yourself with food.

Though the food ,and the condition I am in isn't exactly what  I want.

But can manage with some changes.

"Has the swelling came down ?"
Dahmer's voice come.

'Yes sir. She has been icing the ankle ever since.' Mrs. Jones reply.

I do feel guilty about going reckless I am wasting my training  so close to the trials and the tournament.

He nods and comes to stand near my  bed.

I really feel like standing up right now,
It is kinda awkward about practically lying down when he is standing.

"You read the books?"

'One of them coach.'
"Were you able to seep in better this time?"

'Yes coach, like I did read  it before but never applied it so closely.'

"But try to learn things the easier way , you cannot learn everything at this price." He says nodding towards my strained ankle.

'Yes coach '

"This better be a good reminder to you forever  . Yes?"

'Forever ,yes.' I say nodding.

"You should be okay by tomorrow .
But for good measure we'll not go back into full blown training for another day
You'll practically have less than 21 days."

'Yes coach' I say grimly.

Thanks for adding to the guilt,  I am wasting my training time.

"Alright then, see you tomorrow. "

'Good night coach

" goodnight" and he left with that.

It is almost 9 , but I don't feel sleepy

Because the sting from the ice pack is getting pretty agonising .

Mrs. Jones has hardly given my poor ankle any rest from the ice.

To distract myself I start reading the other book.

Before realising I slip into sleep.

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Thanks to my amazing body cycle I wake up at 3 in the morning.

A nurse helps me to move around a bit , and in about half an hour I am back on bed with the book on my lap.

I'll bathe once I go to my dorm.

I am regretting straining my ankle even more now.

After breakfast I close my eyes to think about whatever I read.

'Rivi?'
I abruptly open my eyes ,reacting to the urgency I hear in the voice.

'Yes George?' I say attempting to sit up.