When Nadia Marsh; a cheerful and popular ice skater, is overtaken by a mystery illness, everything changes.
When everyone around her is training for sectionals; Nadia is house bound, where even the smallest effort leaves her feeling exhausted.
Getti...
"So aren't you sad about the fact you can't write me? I cheered the loudest for you when you won your trophies."
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COREY'S POV:
I look next to me and see Nadia fast asleep. Clutching her teddy in her arms as a comfort thing. I've been staring at the ceiling for hours, not wanting to move as I don't want anyone to know I am here. I slept over last night as I wanted to stay with Nadia but this morning has been filled with guilt over putting my friendship with Willem on the back burner. Last night I came over here to speak to him but instead I ended up in bed with his sister, not having spoken to him at all. I will speak to him about it another time as I have something planned for Nadia and I today.
I hear the door opposite open and close, meaning Willem is awake so he must be going off for the morning jog. Usually I would be the one going with him but he has since drafted Nathan into going with him. I was bothered about being replaced to begin with but as the days went on I realised that my mornings were a lot better when I spend a few extra hours in bed. I don't do as much training as I should anymore as I want my spare time to be spent with my girl but I will get back into it once I have recovered my friendship with Willem as it's boring going to the gym on my own.
I look over to Nadia, who is fast asleep facing me with one arm resting over my torso, and she looks the most beautiful in the morning. There is something so peaceful and vulnerable about her expression that it invites me in. In the morning she is her rawest self and she allows me to see that and I love every bit of it.
My mind can't help but go back to Nadia's diagnosis because I can't imagine how it feels to have the one thing you've been wanting for so long but for it not to be a relief at all. This situation reminds me very much of my mother, who had a similar thing happen to her. My mum didn't speak about it with us kids a lot as we were too young to understand fully and it's something she can't bring herself to talk about with us, but we all understood how it made her feel.
My siblings and I are all closer to our mum because we had to take it in turns to look after her when she was sick as my dad never seemed to be in and I can't blame him because we all hated seeing our mum screaming out, begging for it to end. It has affected me a lot growing up to have to care for my mother from such a young age and I would never say I wouldn't do it because I love my mum and all I want is for her to be okay but it was hard. My dad does most of it now that we are all older and have our own stuff to do but he spends more time out of the house than in it. I can't say that I blame him though as it is hard to watch the person you love go through so much. I have sympathy rather than envy towards him now as I can understand it as I didn't know what it was like before.
I need to tell Nadia about my mum because maybe they can meet properly and both of them can have someone there for them who understands how they are feeling and not someone who knows only what is on google and what they have told us about. Maybe if Nadia knows about my mum she would understand why I was so harsh to her when I first found out she was feeling this way and it was all because of my trauma with my own mother's health.
