Fighting for Horan

What Now?

3 Weeks Later...

Lane's POV

"Lane? Are you ready to leave to your appointment?" Niall asked me.

"Yea. Just a sec!" I shouted down the stairs. "Uh, Niall? Little help?" I asked looking from the stairs to him.

"Ok, just a sec." He said as he walked up the stairs and came to my side, starting our way down the stairs. When we got to the bottom, he grabbed his keys and we went to my appointment and I checked in and sat down next to Niall. We were just sitting in our phones until the door opened.

"Lane Johnson?"

I got up and walked back to the doctor, standing on the scale. (And fuck, my weight has only gone fucking up since the shooting.) I then crutched down the hall to the room and sat on the bed. The doctor took my vitals and then came back, having me follow her to the x-ray machine. I climbed on the bed and she adjusted and then took the x-ray, sending me back to the room after.

1 Hour Later..

"I have the results of your x-ray."

"And?"

"You will be taken out of the ankle cast and will start physical therapy next week. You will go 3 days a week for 4 hours each day. Good Luck!"

"Ok. See you after all of the physical therapy?"

"Yup. Have a great day, I'll send a cast remover in here to cut the cast off.

The following week...

"Okay Lane, are you ready for you first strength exercise?" My physical therapist, Stan, asked.

(Yes, this would be Louis best friend Stan, pretend he's a physical therapist for this book)

"Yea, let's go!" I replied excitedly.

"Woah there. Don't get too excited."

"Well, why can't I get excited? I will actually be able to use my leg and arm again, once I build the strength back up."

"Well, yes, that is true. So, I will reverse my words and yes! You can get excited!"

"Ok, so first, I am going to stretch the muscles in your leg. Ready?"

"Sure. Go."

"Okay, pain will probably be present." He said as began to bend my knee and leg up to my stomach.

"Holy fuck! Ow!"

"I told you pain would happen."

"Well, yea, I knew that. But, I didn't expect it to hurt that much."

"Ok, now let's get you standing."

"What? No."

"You don't want to stand on your leg?"

"Ok, just go. Just, please let me sit when I need to."

"Of course."

4 hours later....

"Lane? How was your therepy session?" Niall asked when I got home.

"Painful."

"But, besides that? How do you like Stan??"

"It was great. And Stan is super nice."

"I told you."

"I know you did."

An..

Hello my wonderful readers!! Sorry this chapter is so short. I did my best, don't hate me. Anywho,

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-Lane-

ps. I'm am in so much pain right now. Damn Orthodontist. Damn Braces.