"Should I retire at twenty-two if my ankle doesn't heal correctly and I can't return to normal?" I asked.
"It depends on how you feel anyway and if I was your age not twenty-four then it would be a hard decision for me to either just retire or keep playing." Devin said.
"Are you really twenty-four?" Jordan asked as he sat on the couch, sipping on a soda he had taken from the fridge.
Devin sighed. "Yes man, I am not that old and always had people telling me that I look twenty-one."
"Yeah keep telling yourself that." Jordan told him.
"Hey, do you think you'll magically heal in time for the playoffs next month?" Clarence asked jokingly.
I rolled my eyes at him. " I wish but sadly that will never happen."
Crazy enough that I am not going to play again until 2016.
"How long are you going to be on the crutches anyway?" Cameron questions.
"For two or six weeks and then I will be on a walking boot." I said.
Honestly everything including this injury have been killing me inside lately and I don't like it.
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Three weeks later
"You might need to get another surgery." Dr. White said.
"You are joking right?" I asked.
Here am I sitting in this hospital bed hoping I can be done with the crutches but now hearing that I might need to get another surgery.
"I am not and looking at the x-rays there are still some fractures that aren't healed properly, and I am wondering have you felt any pain lately?" She stated.
"Not that much and no I didn't injured my ankle again."
"Okay that is good to know and I will schedule the surgery for this Wednesday at nine in the morning."
I sighed in frustration. "Okay."
I just needed to vent like I want to blurt out everything that comes out of my fucking mouth.
Stressed and tired of this stupid ankle like damn every time I see the crutches, I just want to break them but I fucking can't since I need them.
The thing is if I could say all that shit to people and how I feel then I would be happy but I am not.
The worst nightmare of my life just happened and I was hoping that it didn't happen but it fucking did.
I regret breaking my ankle and wish that I can go back in time to fix it.
"Do you have any questions?" Dr. White asked, making me snaps out of my thoughts.
"Nope. " I said in a cold tone.
All I want to do right now is yell at the doctor, but she doesn't really deserve that at all.
************
"Hey what are you doing here?" Erika asked as she gave me a kiss on the cheeks.
"Just decided to stop by your job and take you out for lunch if you on break now." I stated.
"I am but you could had called." She said.
"Can a man surprise his fiancée with a lunch date?"
"Yes you can." She playfully rolled her eyes at me. "So where are we going?" Erika questioned.
"Just this sandwich place that opened up and also I took a taxi here so we have to take your car."
"I thought you were supposed to be done with the crutches today?"
I sighed. "I thought I was recovering, but the doctor informed me that some fractures haven't healed properly, so I'm scheduled for another surgery on Wednesday."
"The look on your face shows that you really hate it."
I chuckled. "Yeah just tired of this shit but I want to get it over with already."
