Broken Guitar Strings

Chapter 42

(ALLIE'S POV)

We finally reach the health room, and to be honest, my shoulder hurts. That kid was about six two or six three, and he leaned on the me the whole way. I learned that his name is Jason and he comes from Los Angeles to compete. He seems like a very good dancer from his build. I left him to the caretakers, and sat down to wait. Thankfully I grabbed my phone before I left. It's already five thirty, and I told Lay that I'd be up there in half an hour. It takes about twenty minutes to drive to the building, so I'm not in a huge rush, but I do have to push things a little bit.

After about fifteen minutes, the nurse/caretaker person comes out with Jason and says, "His knee is just slightly dislocated. He can still dance, but not for over a minute at a time." There is a white padding thing wrapped around his foot and on top of his knee.

Jason looks like he's about to break down. "My routine is just a little over two minutes long," he says. "What am I going to do?" He looks really concerned and he puts his head in his hands.

I don't know what to tell him. Those kids back there were so cruel. They just took out a competitor. The caretaker walks over to me with a clipboard in his hand and says, "I'll need you to sign this, due to the fact that this young man does not have a coach. What is your relationship with this him?" Huh. He doesn't have a coach, just like Lay. I look over to Jason. "Um, I don't really know him. I just saw him fall and so..." The caretaker nods. "Okay, well, nonetheless, I'm going to have you sign this for his medical treatment."

"Will I have to pay?"

Jason avoids looking at me. The caretaker says, "I've already spoken with Jason. He says that if he spends money on this, he won't have enough money to fly back home."

"Oh," I say, taking the clipboard and the pen clipped on it. "I can pay."

Jason suddenly says, "No, it's okay. I can take care of it when I get back home-"

After I finished signing the paper, I turn to the caretaker, ignoring Jason. "How much will it cost?"

"Seven hundred dollars. His insurance should cover the rest."

"Okay. Please contact the bank account of Allison Thompson and request a withdrawal. Last four security numbers are eight eight three six."

Jason's eyes widen. "Wait...Allison Thompson. Are you related to the Adidas-"

"Yes. I'm not just related to her, I am the inheritor of Adidas."

"Oh my gosh." He tries to stand up, but he doesn't. "Thank you so much. I owe you a lot."

"Everything's all good. Are you still going to compete?"

He looks down at his knee and narrows his eyes. "Well, you heard it yourself. They said that they strongly recommend for me to not dance, but...I have an idea." He smirks down into his lap.

"Okay?" I check my phone. It's already 5:57. "Sorry, I have to go and meet my..." Friend? Lover? "...my boyfriend."

He says a quick "thanks" again, and then I leave. He says that someone will help him go back to his suite and stuff, and so I didn't have to worry. I really hope Jason knows what he's doing.