Far From The Truth

Chapter 36

Chapter 36

Five days after I woke up, I got moved from the hospital to the closest physical rehabilitation center. I didn’t have to stay there all the time, but they still gave me a room where I could sleep or rest if I got too tired during exercises. It was really hard work to retrain my leg; it was like half of my lower body was a toddler again. Some days, I couldn’t even put any weight on my leg because my bones had locked up. My therapist told me it was normal, that this happened to a lot of patients because the leg got tired easily, so to prevent movement it locked up.

I found out later who Blaise had called while I was in the hospital. Maya and her ‘best friend’ Cody came to visit me a lot when they didn’t have classes at University (I put best friends in quotations because they seemed a bit too friendly to be just friends). Cody was so sweet and charming (and cute), I almost said to Maya that I was jealous, but then Blaise walked in and I was reminded that I had the most perfect boyfriend ever. Or; perfect to me at least.

Blaise visited me every day, and sometimes he even stayed the entire day to help me with my training. It was one of those days when Blaise helped out when he told me something that made me worried, but happy nonetheless.

“Ouch.” I winced as I tried to stand on my half-paralyzed leg. I say half-paralyzed because recently the feeling had slowly been returning to my leg, which made the days where my bones locked up that much more painful.

“Take it easy today, okay? Your leg just isn’t responding well today.” My trainer, Lewis, told me gently. I nodded in response and picked up my crutches so I could keep the weight off my leg.

With light blonde hair and bright blue eyes, Lewis was a looker for sure. I’m not going to lie, when I first met him I thought he was really attractive. I think Blaise knew this, and I think that’s the reason he came around so much. Except one thing he didn’t know was…

Lewis is gay.

So, it wasn’t like I even had a chance with him in the first place (if I didn’t have a boyfriend, that is).

I limped with my crutches back to my room, greeting some of the other patients and employees on the way. Once I was stood outside my door, I frowned as I looked at the light stained oak wood. The door was open the slightest bit, but I knew I had closed it fully when I left that morning because the loud slam of the door had followed me all the way to the training room.

I pushed the door slightly so it opened a little more. I slipped inside of the room, mindful of the way I had to awkwardly maneuver my crutches between the door and the door frame. The room was dark, just as I had left it. Maybe I was just being paranoid and someone had come in to clean the room, and forgot to close the door completely…

Nope, that was definitely a cough coming from the closet.

My heart was pounding as I walked through the dark, closer to the closet. I really didn’t need this right now, I really didn’t. Not with all the stuff going on with my leg, and school just ending and I was just exhausted and wanted to sleep.

I let a shrill scream out when a dark form slid out of the closet and my heart started to pound harder and louder in my chest. I could feel my pulse in my throughout my entire body as I stepped back, mouth wide open.

“Surprise!”

I knew that voice anywhere. Even if I was blind and standing in a crowded room, I could pick out that voice in a millisecond. “Blaise Janx! You scared the living daylights out of me!” I shouted, my hand moving up to cover my chest, where my heart was still beating rapidly.

“Sorry.” He apologized, not sounding sorry in the least. I could clearly hear the smirk hidden behind the safety of the darkness in the room. Before I could scold him however, a hand placed itself on my waist and the words of surprise died in my throat. I swallowed as I leaned over and turned on the light before turning back to Blaise with what I hoped was my best you-will-not-be-so-easily-forgiven-for-that face, but it probably came out looking more like I had a permanent facial deformation.