Our Last Dance

38.

That night, Lindsey would head home to pack his bags for the stay at Stevie's, following her orders and packing an additional bag of things he could leave there for when he was over because it was normal for him to spend a few nights a week. Due to the circumstances, he needed a bit more than usual anyway.

Before Lindsey had left, helped Stevie to her room, and she was simply getting ready to unwind; she washed up for bed, changed into a long black camisole night gown and was rather wiped after hobbling around on the one foot she had.

Meantime, Annelle was downstairs, cleaning up the kitchen and putting the food away so that Lindsey wouldn't have to worry about it.

When the younger gal was finished with such things, she made her way up the stairs and she knocked on her mother in-law's bedroom door.

"Come in," she said softly, sitting on the edge of her bed, with one leg dangling down the side and her broken ankle propped up.

"Hey, mom, can I get you anything before I go to bed?" she wondered, entering slowly, revealing the fact that she was in her pajamas and most definitely ready for bed.

"Oh, no, I'm okay, honey... Thank you," she smiled softly as she looked over the edge of her reading glasses.

"Okay... Oh, and when I talked to Trevor he was wondering about what your doctor said... I forgot to get the details," she added.

"Right," she nodded, pulling her glasses off and settling her novel to the side. "Come here," she patted the bed.

The girl obeyed and she sat on the edge of the bed next to her.

"So, my doctor said I needed to have surgery and I'm having it tomorrow morning..." she claimed.

"Oh, was it that serious?" she wondered, not as shocked as most might have been.

"Well, no but his concerns were that if the bone fuses together, it will obviously take longer to heal, and I have to get back to dancing and teaching. That's number one. Number two is, the break is clean but not super clean, so if the bone fuses together, it could be a little uneven, and I could easily break it again. And due to my age, he thinks it would be better to go ahead with a plate and screws because even if it was a clean break, I could still break it again. And due to my hyper mobility this far into the game, we know how often I twist and sprain my ankles doing nothing," she claimed.

"Right, well, that's good," she kind of shrugged. "Were you more comfortable with that decision?"

"Yes, I am. All those are valid reasons to go forth and I'm not worried. I probably sound like a lunatic because surgery is usually what people try to avoid," she smirked.

She chuckled, "I understand, but you know your body better than anybody, I think it'll be for the better," she patted her knee.

"But do me a favor and don't tell Trevor," she shook her head. "I'll have Lindsey with me, so if he asks you why you're home or for details, just tell him, it was more of a fracture than a break and I'm good."

She nodded slowly.

"I'm having the surgery tomorrow and in two weeks, if everything goes---God willing, I'll go back for the post-op to ensure it's healing well and I'll get a boot to start walking in. Realistically, I'll be healing from the surgery 'cause the bone will be put together."

"Right..." she nodded. "He'll just get upset if he knows you're going under the knife, so... I guess that's a good call."

"I know my son, and he's very much like his father."

She grinned.

"Anyways, that's all. And like I said, you can use my car for the next couple of weeks. If I have Lindsey around, he'll drive me around if I need anything, but honestly I shouldn't need anything."