Letters to Victoria

The Foot Incident

Tyler had just gotten out of classes, he knew he had about 15 minuets until Micheal got out of his daily classes- so he figured he'd just wait. He stood outside of the classroom, patiently- he sees Micheal walk out of the class, somewhat getting swallowed up by the crowd. Tyler slithers in, wrapping his arm around Micheal's shoulder. "How's it hanging, honey man?" He slyly question.
"Same old, same old." Michael responds, unscathed that Tyler is practically dripping off of him. "What about you? What's going on?"
Tyler leads the two through the door that leads to the court yard, the brutal cold air smacks both of them in the face. "I hate this arctic weather!" Tyler groans as he releases Micheal from his grip, quickly zipping up his jacket more, then grabbing Micheal's hand.
"Eh- could be worse, I guess." Micheal shrugs.
The two began walking down a small hill located near the side of the building they just left, both carefully minding the ice patch's they can see. As they get towards the bottom of the hill they start moving faster, hardly noticing the ice patch in front of them. Suddenly Tyler takes a fall dragging Micheal down with him, as the two hear a loud crunch. Micheal's eyes widen as he realizes where that crunch came from.
"Tyler- get off of me!" He saws rather quietly, trying not to show how much pain he's in.
Tyler turned to Micheal and got up, still not really processing what had just happened. He offers out a hand to him to help him up, Micheal just looks at him puzzled.
"Sweet pea, that really loud crunch was my foot..." He whispers as he pushes Tyler's hand away.
"Hmm?" He tilts his head looking at his boyfriend, suddenly it clicks. "Oh. OH!?" Without any hesitation he scopes Micheal up, "Do we need to go to the hospital?" Tyler blurts in a panic, rushingly headed towards the dorms.
"Uh- probably.... my car keys are in my backpack, we can just take the van." Micheal quietly responds, holding tightly to Tyler.
The two rush into the parking lot, quickly finding Micheal's car. Tyler places him down on the hood as Micheal hands him the keys, rather quickly Tyler unlocks the car, placing Micheal into it.
"Okay now what?!" Tyler asked in a panic.
Micheal just looked at him for a long moment, "....Drive dumbass!"
"Oh right, yeah!" He quickly rushes to the other side of the car, hopping into the drivers seat, he starts the car and quickly drives the two off.
Micheal pulls out his phone.
"What are you doing?" Tyler pulls in front of a stop light.
"...calling my dad??" Micheal pulls up his fathers contact, dialing the number. He pulls the phone to his ear, it rings for a while, but goes straight to voicemail. "Hey dad, it's Michael- I'm just calling to let you know that I'm on my way to the hospital... Nothing big, I just fell on my foot and heard a crack, so I figured it would be best to get that checked out. I'll give you a call when the verdict is in. Okay? Love you, I'll talk to you later!" He hangs up.
"Voicemail?" Tyler asks as he pulls into the lane that leads to the nearby town.
"Yes, Tyler, it was voicemail..." he pulls up the group chat the six of them are in, rapidly he texts them explaining the situation and their whereabouts.
Tyler doesn't say anything more, he just finishes driving the two to the hospital.
As the two arrive, Tyler pulls in front of the Emergency entrance, jumping out of the car to run inside and grab a wheelchair for his boyfriend. As he exits with the chair he opens the car door for Micheal, helping him into it. "Do you want me to push you in, or have you got it?"
Micheal presses a small kiss to Tyler's lips, "I've got it." He rolls himself into the building and checks in. Tyler parks the car in a hurry.
*** An hour later ***
Micheal sits to the left of the exam table, Tyler sitting right next to him. The doctor walks in, holding the results in his hand. "Well Mr. Jones, the good news is nothing is broken.."
Tyler beams, relived that his careless actions didn't break his love. Micheal on the other hand, just looked at the doctor very intensely.
"But the bad news?" Micheal meekly questions.
"The bad news is you have a fracture along your fifth metatarsal, meaning your going to be in a boot and on crutches for about 6 weeks."
Micheal's eyes widened as he presses his lips together, "And you're completely sure about that?" His pitch raises several octaves.
"Yes, but, if you keep your foot rested, and keep up with our recovery regimen, you'll be healed in no time!"
Tyler looks over to Micheal, fully knowing Michael isn't going to do that. Michael looks back to Tyler then to the doctor.
"Can do..!" He hums, trying to sound as relaxed as humanly possible.
"Great! I'll be back in a moment with your boot!" The doctor leaves.
"You're not going to listen to him, are you?" Tyler huffs.
Micheal pouts, "Not with everything that's going on right now... listen, I'll keep it on during the day, but during practice and stuff... I'll just take it off!"
"Honey...! First of all- don't give me that face..."
Micheal pouts more, causing Tyler to sigh.
"Second of all- You're only going to get worse if you don't follow the doctor's orders!"
Micheal whines, leaning back in the wheelchair. "I'll be fine... it's not like it's my first time at this rodeo."
The door swings open again, the doctor now holding the boot. "Alrighty, Mr. Jones, let's get this on ya."
The doctor bends down, helping Michael to put his broken foot into the boot. Once Micheal is all strapped in, he gives the air boot a soft pat. "Okay, Mr. Jones, let's get you out of here."
Tyler wheels Michael down the hallway, stopping at the checkout desk. He helps Micheal up, handing Micheal his crutches, as Michael finish's checking out, he returns the chair. As Micheal finishes, Tyler meets him at the exit, offering him a hand to the car.
"Are you really not going to listen to the Doctor?" Tyler opens the passenger door, aiding Michael into the car.
"Ty- I'm really gonna be fine! Shit like this happens all the time... I'll survive." He buckles himself in closing the door as he finishes. Tyler places the crutches into the back seat, then gets into the drivers seat, letting out an anxious sigh, "If you say so- I'd just rather you have a speedy recovery, than you have an elongated recovery...!"
"Either way- I'm still recovering!"
Tyler backs out, "But you'll recover faster if you do as you're told!"
Micheal pouts, crossing his arms on his chest, turning away from Tyler, "...Whatever..." he mumbles.
Tyler says nothing- he just focuses on the road ahead and drives the two back to the college.