𝑆 𝑇 𝑈 𝐶 𝐾

𝘜𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴

SILAS STOOD TO HIS FEET finally done with his physical therapy session for the day. He watches nervously as the doctor scribbles on a clipboard, after watching his every move. Silas wanted to know so badly what exactly he was writing down.

"So, when do you think I can fight?" Silas questions, breaking the silence.

"It's only day three of therapy. It's going to take time." Dr. Rivera tells him, placing her clipboard down.

"Yeah? How much time?" Silas asks, he felt so useless not being able to fight. It was his life. Everyone around him has jumped back in and he was left to watch on the sidelines.

Dr. Rivera doesn't answer his question. Silas sighs. "Please, I need to know if this is going to take my whole life to fix or a couple weeks. Because if it's my whole fucking life, I don't think I can do this. I rather give up now and save us all the time."

"It's not going to take your whole life." The doctor shakes her head. "You're in great shape, Silas. A sprained spine is something that heals on its own, you just never gave it the time. If you didn't take those pills and didn't jump back into fighting, you'd be good to go by now. But that isn't the case."

"It's all my fault, I know." Silas squeezes his eyes shut, releasing a breath. "So, how long would you say? Just an estimate."

"I don't want to get your hopes up."

"My hopes were up the second you told me there was a chance I could fight again." Silas states, grabbing a hold of his things. "Just give me something."

"More or less, two weeks. That's all I'm saying."

"That's all I need." Silas smiles as he goes to leave the room. "Thank you, Dr. Rivera. Truly."

"Of course. Take it easy."

Giving her a thumbs up, Silas leaves the doctor's office. As he walks to his car, he couldn't help but to fall deep into his thoughts. Robby didn't even know he was here. He was too busy training in Miyagi-Do. They haven't had a good conversation in three days. All the talk consisted of was the training Daniel and Johnny were making them go through. Anthony was with him as well.

It was like they got back into karate and they forgot all about him. This is what he meant when he said he was sitting on the sidelines.

"Silas LaRusso-Kreese." The boy felt unpleasant chills go down his spine at the sudden call of his name. "How are you doing?"

Silas's hands violently shook at his sides, balling into fists as he slowly turned around, coming face to face with the one person he never wanted to see again. The face of the man who ruined him. "Silver. How'd you find me?! How did you know I was here?!"

"I have my ways." Terry lets out a laugh, enjoying the reaction he got from the boy. "You didn't answer my question. How are you doing?"

"How do you think I'm doing?! You've worked me to my lowest point. You gave me those pills and you ruined my life! It's because of you that I'm walking out a fucking physical therapy office." Silas exclaims, pointing at the older man. "You knew what those pills were going to do to me."

"I was just trying to help." Terry holds his hands up in defense. "All I ever wanted to do was help you, kid. I wanted you to become the best of the best. I wanted you to tap into your full potential with nothing holding you back and you did. At least for the time being."

Silas scoffs, his finger nails digging into his hand. "What the fuck do you want? You've taken everything from me. Why are you really here?"