Sleepwalking // xBayani [ON HOLD]

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I exhale carefully. I was walking on a treadmill next to my doctor. He was helping me through physical therapy so I could literally and figuratively get back on my feet. This was Hell, let me say, I could barely stand it. It was all about patience, he said, all about staying calm and working through it slowly. But I couldn't do that. I can't work through it slowly, because I need to get home. I need to feel reassured that I will in fact be okay. Going through this physical therapy shit doesn't do that for me.

 

"Basic stretches, then you're done. How does it feel, Jordan? You're almost done when your last day of physical therapy."

 

I sigh carefully, leaning over in my stretches. I look over at the Doctor kindly, as if to thank him without words.

 

"Pretty great, I must say."

 

"Amazing. One last stretch," the doctor smiles at me as I stretch over to touch my toes, and stand up straight. A scar was a few inches long on my right leg, going straight up. Another spanned over my opposite leg, around a half foot long.

 

I still can’t believe that I was hit by a car…

 

“Congrats, Jordan, you’re finished with your physical therapy. You can officially go home.”

 

“Thank you, doctor. It feels really nice.”

 

I walk out of the room, waving to my doctor, and turning back around to face my mom. She smiles at me brightly, and I wave towards her.

 

“I’m done. I can go home.” I smile.

 

“Jordan, I’m so proud of you. You need to be more careful though. You can’t continue this. I’d rather you have insomnia like you said you’ve been having than sleepwalking in the middle of the street at midnight, getting hit by cars.”

 

“I need to figure out how I can stop myself from sleepwalking…”

 

“You’ll learn that with time, I’m guessing.”

 

“Probably, to be honest.”

 

The ride home was quick; after we exited the hospital we basically tested my legs and ran to the car. I found that running was pretty difficult now, but in a time of deep need, I could do so. Painfully.

 

We got in the car and my mother drove us the 2 minute drive that is between our apartment and the hospital. We went up the stairs quickly and entered our home.

 

My mom moved some things around, I could tell.

 

I didn’t even bother to take a look around, I immediately went to my bedroom. I found Trevor on the bed, messing with one of the baseball mitts and a baseball that was on one of my shelves in my room. He looked over at me quickly, sat up, and walked to me. I knew he’s been in my room this whole time. He’s been hanging around my room, probably video chatting with the guys some of the time.