I'll Never Forget

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TW's:
-Emotional abuse
-Homophobia
-Hospital
(Mentions of it whole chapter)

Clay's POV

Luckily there was a place for me to have an MRI Scan. I waited for it and later that day, I could finally go inside of a room for the MRI.

It took half an hour, after that I waited for another two hours and the doctor came back. He sat in front of me and looked through the papers he was holding.

'I don't have great news, you've torn multiple ligaments in your ankle and you won't be able to do anything for weeks. You will have to rest a lot, you need to hold ice on it for twenty minutes per hour and you can't walk. If you have to walk, you need to use either a wheelchair or crutches, but I would recommend using a wheelchair for now.'

'Is it going to heal by itself?'

'We can't tell, you have to rest and if it's still the same after one or two weeks, you'll have to come back and you need surgery.'

I nodded. 'When can I play football again?'

'Probably months.'

I felt myself getting pale. I didn't mind, but my dad was going to hate me. He was going to force me to walk and to go back to football training to train for the match.

'What now?'

'I'm going to strongly bandage your ankle, so that's going to hurt for a bit.'

I nodded slowly and let him do his work as he looked at me.

'Do you still see the boy who you kissed?'

I blushed a little and shrugged. 'I barely see him, because I get forced to train all day. A nurse offered to give me a drive to his place once.'

'That's sweet! Are you boyfriends?'

'We have never officially asked each other, but I'm planning to when I can train a bit less.'

I was happy that he started talking about George whilst bandaging my ankle. It hurt a lot, but talking about George made it a lot better.

'Do you have a picture of him?'

'I can ask him to send me one.'

'Sure!' The doctor gave me my phone and I texted George. He was online right away and sent me the pictures we had made in the changing room. I showed the doctor and he smiled.

'He's really handsome,' I smiled.

'He is,' my doctor smiled as he pointed at my ankle after. 'All done.'

I smiled. 'Thanks. How do I get back?'

'I have another appointment now, so I will call a nurse to bring you back.'

'Thank you.'

'Are you going to see that boy soon?'

'I hope so,' I smiled. 'I really love him so I hope I can hold him soon. Do you see this bracelet?'

The doctor nodded.

'He has the same one, but in green. It's our promise to never forget each other and our first kiss. I've been wearing it for years now, since our first kiss was at twelve.'

'Aww, that's such an amazing thing to have.'

I nodded and the doctor helped me get back in my wheelchair. I had gotten medication against the pain luckily, although I still had a great amount of pain.

Ten minutes later, the same nurse came in to help me get back to my dad. I was excited and grabbed my phone to show her the picture of George. 'Look, this is the boy I'm in love with.'

'Aww, he looks amazing.'

I nodded heavily and smiled. 'He is. I will rest for a week and then I'll try to visit him.'

'That sounds great.'

I nodded and turned quiet as I saw my dad sitting. He stood up and ran to us, looking at me with a mean look in his eyes. 'And? Nothing was wrong, was there?'

'I've torn multiple ligaments in my foot, I have to make a new appointment to check if it's healing, otherwise I need surgery. I have to rest for weeks and I probably can't train for months.'

'Too bad, I'm not going to make a new appointment and you're going to train for the match next month.'

'He can't,' the nurse said. 'He has to rest.'

My dad said nothing and pushed me away in my wheelchair, making me do the last part to the car. He struggled to sit down in the car and my dad drove away at a way too high speed.

'You're just going to train, Clay. You can easily walk again in a few days.'

I decided not to argue anymore and when we came home, my dad left me in the car again. I called my mum and she asked the neighbour for help again, lifting me inside of the house. I sat down on the couch, holding ice on my foot as I just watched some videos.

My day passed by very slowly, my dad was constantly yelling at me, but I ignored him. I fell asleep on the couch again, just to have the next day pass in the same way. I would be going to school in a bit again, although I had to lay still for at least a week before going to school.

I texted George a lot and I couldn't wait to see him again. Maybe the nurse could bring me and George had also offered his mum picking me up once. I felt a bit more hopeful as I realised I was going to be able to see George more.

Although my hope was all gone as I remembered my dad's wishes. He wanted me to go to training even though I was in so much pain. I knew he was going to force me to walk on my foot in a week.

I sighed as I stared at the ceiling. My dad screamed at me all day, if not about my injury and football, then about how gross I was and about me being gay.

Not a day passed where the word gay, football and gross didn't pass by and it made me very sad. Words seemed to hurt even more than when he beat me up. I just wished for it to be over.

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Summary:
Clay ripped multiple ligaments, Clay's dad forced Clay to do football again.