How he saved me.

7- Better Fat then Flat

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"Hey Helen, Dr. Phillip," I greet my head doctor and physical therapist once I step off of the elevator and into the large room with glass walls.

"Hello, Dylan. I'm glad you could make it. We need to make up for the sessions you have missed," Helen says. I didn't exactly like her, but she was helping me on my road to recovery.

"Umm, yeah. Well this is my friend Mason. I was hoping he could stay up and watch."

"Well-,"

"Of course! Nice to meet you, Mason!" Dr. Phillip cuts off Helen and I smile. He walks over to Mason and shakes his hand.

"Nice to meet you too, doctor."

"Fine. Dylan, please come and sit over here. We are doing strength tests today, and then we will be practicing walking."

"Great." I say under my breath and walk towards the table that has been lowered for me

Twenty minutes later I'm done with the strength test and my left knee is slightly hurting.

"Okay. Put the braces back on and then I want you to stand on your right leg for ten seconds. We will attempt the left and go from there." Helen instructs and I stand up from the table on my right leg.

"Very good. Did it hurt?"

"Barely, but it was still there." I admit. I'd work through the pain.

"Okay, let's try the left leg."

I get up from the table again and stand on my left leg and I wince when a sharp pain goes through it, but doesn't leave. I immediately sit back down.

"Four seconds. How bad was the pain?"

"About a seven or eight. The pain is still there." I say looking at my lap and squeezing my eyes shut trying to prevent the slight tears from falling. I've always had a high pain tolerance, but this was bad.

"Alright. I want to try walking. I don't care if it's with a walker but I want to try."

Dr. Phillip looks at Helen and she nods.

"Okay."

Helen brings over the walker and I put my hands on it and stand up I take one step and push it forward. I take a step with my left foot and my leg literally shakes, and then buckles.

"Oh my god." I'm on the floor clutching my knee in excruciating pain. The tears are now streaming down my face.

"Dylan, it's okay. Hey, look at me." Mason is kneeling in front of me.

"Dylan, I want you to go home and rest your knee. Ice it for twenty minutes every two hours. Don't move around too much and leave the brace off of the left knee. I'm scheduling an MRI for nine a.m tomorrow. Be at the same building you have your doctors appointments at." Dr. Phillip says unfolding a wheel chair. Mason picks me up and sets me in it.

"I'll see you tomorrow!" Dr. Phillip waves goodbye as Mason wheels me into the elevator. 

After an awkward ride with an old woman who glared at us, we reach the main floor and head towards Mason's car. 

"Okay.  He said to put you in the backseat.  How is this going to work?" He stares at his two door car.  I shrug my shoulders.

"I'll ride in the trunk?" I offer smiling through my tears and he shakes his head. 

Mason lifts me from the wheelchair and lowers me into the passenger seat.