How he saved me.

2- Attacked and Saved

"It seems that you're right leg is healing pretty good, Dylan.  How long can you stand on it now?" Doctor Philip asks me.

"One minute.  It still hurts but not as bad as the left."

"The left is your good leg, am I correct?" He asks and gestures for me to take off my knee braces.

"Yes sir," I reply.

"We are going to run a couple of X-rays in a couple of minutes.  We did the same surgery on both of your knees, it's odd that the left one isn't healing as successfully as the right one." He says examining.  He pressed down on a couple of spots and asks me if it hurts. 

"The left one is swollen, I see.  Have you been wearing the braces at all times during the day?"

"Yes sir.  I wear my neck brace at night."

"Well remember, your neck is fragile.  Any harsh movements could damage it further and could potentially paralyze you.  It needs to heal.  Once it does you will be okay.  Your knees are a different story," he says seriously.  When he says things like this it makes me feel depressed.  These injuries have made me incapable of going to the Olympics.  I was so close to making my dream come true.

"Hard impact will damage your knees worse than they are.  Sadly, you will most probably have pain in them for a long time.  The knee braces can hopefully support them while they heal.  We want to get you off crutches as soon as possible.  Once you are able to put weight on both legs is when you will be in real recovery." He says.

An hour later, I'm walking out the door waiting for my mom to pick me up.  They will call us to come back to see the results soon. 

"I'm here.  Get in," I hear her voice before I see the car.  This should be a lovely ten minute drive.

School had been miserable.  People had been putting nasty notes in my locker and they call me terribly rude names.  It had been two weeks since the rumor went out and I still hadn't made a friend.  The only person that I had seen regularly and who didn't shout insults at me was the attractive boy from the cafeteria who always wears a leather jacket.  He hadn't said a word either. 

As soon as she pulled in front of the school and let me out, she raced back to work.  I was so happy at dinner last night when she told us she would be leaving for a week on a business trip.  My dad is going with her as usual.

"There she is."

"What a loser!"

"I'm sure she's faking the injury."

"Just leave, you don't have friends."

"Pathetic.  Nobody even likes sluts like her."

I tried to ignore the comments but is was hard.  I used to think that I was tough and could take on anything.  The truth is, I couldn't. 

I sat down in my seat in the science classroom.  Just my luck, Christina was in here.

"Loser." She whispered as I walked by. She tried to trip me and almost did.  Somehow I didn't fall.

"Mistake.  Just leave.  Everyone hates you here.  We wouldn't care if you died.  Ugly.  Worthless.  Pathetic."  She hissed at me for fifteen minutes straight.  The tears were in my eyes but I didn't let them fall.

"Mr. Franklin? May I use the restroom?" I ask with my hand raised and he nods his head before continuing his lesson. 

Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.  You can do this.

I didn't know where I was going, but I knew it was away from science.  It was the second to last class of the day, why did I need to be dropped off here?