Loving Carter (BWWM/INTERRACIAL)

Chapter Three

From the cause of my injury, I had been rushed to the hospital in an ambulance because the soccer officials didn't know how serious it was. All they knew was that my ankle looked distorted and that wasn't a good thing. I didn't care that my ankle was dislocated, all I cared about was if my team had won the championship game. I was a dedicated soccer player and I didn't even want to think about how this injury was going to affect me down the road. Whatever was wrong with me, I hoped I could recover from it within a decent amount of time. However, this was reality and an injury could take longer to heal than what I wanted it to.

Hunter was riding in the ambulance with me, while Aniya and Troy took a taxi to the hospital. He was looking at me sympathetically and it made me angry because I hated when people pitied me. I absolutely hated it and I had become a very agitated person over people who felt sorry for me when they had absolutely no idea what I was going through. I was lying down on the stretcher in the ambulance, not him. What he could have done was look up the score from the game, so I would know which team won.

"Shouldn't you give him pain medicine? I'm no expert or anything, but come on, look at him." Hunter said to the worker in the ambulance.

"No, our job is to take him to the hospital to get an x-ray. We are supposed to make sure the necessary precautions are taken care of already—which we did." He explained.

"A load of bullshit is what I hear." Hunter shook his head.

"Bro, calm down!" I took quick, short breaths.

I was in pain right now; he wasn't wrong about that one, but him being over-dramatic was not going to make the situation any better. It wasn't going to speed up things. It most definitely wasn't going to make what happened go away.

For the rest of the ride, everyone stayed silent and it didn't take us long to get to the hospital. When the ambulance stopped, the worker relocated my body from the stretcher into a wheelchair—which a nurse brought out from the hospital.

We sat in the waiting room for less than ten minutes, before I was taken to a room with a doctor where he would take X-rays of my ankle. Aniya and Troy had arrived within the ten minutes that I was waiting to be seen, and Troy was nearly going out of his mind. For all the poor kid knew, something was seriously wrong with me. An injured ankle was not that bad, not compared to what it could have been. However, having an injury itself was bad enough for me.

"Well, here are your X-rays." The doctor pointed to a black screen with an X-ray of my ankle on it. "It's one thing certain that you dislocated your ankle."

"I kind of figured that." I said lowly, casting my gaze to the floor.

"I'm so sorry about that." The doctor said sorrily. "But I have bad news."

I looked up at him quickly.

"Normally, we can have a closed reduction which is putting your bones back into place without surgery, but it's a very severe dislocation, so you're going to have to have surgery on it immediately. That way we won't mess anything up." He explained formally.

"What does this mean for me? I'm a soccer player. How long will I be out of the game?" I furrowed my eyebrows, running my hands over my face.

"Look, we'll discuss that after your surgery, along with physical therapy details. But I have to go print out the form for your surgery. All I need is for you to sign it and you'll be good to go." He said, raising his eyebrows.