Echo-A Ballet Story

o4

Lunch time went great. Cody actually insisted me to turn the TV on. Laughing at his desire to hear the TV, I gladly turned it on. We spent the next couple hours joking and laughing like old friends. Even the doctor came in, completely amused by sudden friendship. When Dinner neared, the laughter died down.

"So I guess this is our final moments together?" he meant to make that sound funny.

"Geez, I'm not dying you know, just going...home." I reasoned.

"You really don't want to go, huh?"

"No, I really want to go home! It's just, AGH!" I groaned, "This stupid accident..."

"There you go with the blaming again," Cody interrupted me.

"Maybe you should become a counselor!" I snapped at him, he stiffened by my sudden outburst. "Sorry," I quickly mumbled, "When I think of never dancing again, I just..."

"Break?" He suggested.

"Yeah, I guess so, it's just difficult, you know?" I didn't want to meet his face, even though that made no difference to him.

"I know," he gave a sad sigh as if recalling some forgotten memory, "after my dad passed," he had to pause for a second to regain his composure, "I felt that every time I would meet my friends' dad's I would just break every single time. Though I still hurt over that, some things you'll never get back except old memories." I was about to ask him how mine and his situation are connected until he added, "But in your case,  have you considered to pick up your feet and start dancing again?"

"But the doctors said..." I started until he interrupted me again.

"Doctors say one thing, but God says another. If you put forth effort, I know you can start ballet up again." He interrupted yet again, but this time something else caught my attention.

"You're a Christian?" I asked. He slowly nodded my way.

"Yes, I hope that didn't offend you."

"Not at all, just...I-I didn't know that," I stuttered. Before the accident, sure, I went to church, hung out with Christian friends, even read my bible every now and then (a.k.a. for Sunday school lesson). But now, after the accident, I just lost hope. My dreams shattered. In a way, I hate to admit it, but I think that's who I'm actually angry at. "Listen, I appreciate your kind words while I was here, but, I think we should lose contact after I go home."

Cody sat silently, then slowly nodded, "Okay, that is what you wanted since we met."

Dad's phone vibrated, I looked at the text just as mom and Luke strolled in with a wheelchair. "Sorry if it's a little too early, we have..." Luke elbowed mom to make her be quiet. A look of secrecy passed in there eyes as mom glared at him, then understandingly nodded. "Dad bought a new cat! And the kids named her Jay!"

I rolled my eyes annoyingly, "Mom, we've had Jay as a kitten." The lie was ridiculous. 

"Oh...right..." Mom was at a loss for words. 

Soon  Luke spoke up, " Alright sis, let's go home, Jackie misses you like crazy," Jackie is our golden retriever, we only let him inside during the winter, but now, since the doctor will probably put me on bed rest for a few days, dad and mom might consider letting him stay inside with me. Luke helped me up into the wheelchair.

"Cody," Luke started, "thank you for accompanying my sister, i know she was a pain in the butt, forgive her if she has been."

I glared at him, "I was not!"

Cody chuckled, "It was a pleasure to know her the past two days," he then quietly turned his head in the direction he hoped I was in, "take care, Paige."