Steel Skeleton

Acceptance

 As of the morning, Gavin was at 125, and he was finally there. He had made it. After the painful hardships of it all, he was alive, he had made it, and he was able to breathe. He had never expected such a day to arrive, but now, here he was. Completely ok with his body, at least as much as he could be. He was there, happy, able to breathe fresh air. Not the same stale air of his sick self. The self that was in the past.

He was in the gym, taking apart his wheel and putting it into his bag, and doing the same with his canes. It was not bittersweet, not like the time he did the same actions, but to bring them to the EDU. He was going back home. He hadn't driven his car in a few months, which concerned him a bit. It was a small concern.

Lars walked in, and stood behind Gavin. Gavin spooked when he saw him.
"Holy crap dude. What's up?" Gavin asked, and Lars just gave Gavin a big hug. A hug he had never seemed to feel. The contact was nice, and it wouldn't hurt him. People used to be scared of hurting him, as he had fragile bones.

"I'm gonna miss you dude, so much." Lars stated. The sun seemed to beam. It was cold, yes, but the sun seemed to beam. It was a nice view from the ceiling-to-floor windows of the gym.

"Me to. It'll be weird to go back, but you're only here for a bit longer. I can feel it." Gavin told Lars. The two left the embrace, and Gavin grabbed the two bags. They weren't as heavy on his shoulders. He had strength that he had never had. It was surprising, how much more he could do with handstands, and how the wheel seemed so easy to manipulate.

He was ok with it, as crazy as it sounded to him.

"So when's your show tonight? Will you be home in time?" Lars asked, as he walked alongside Gavin, as Gavin walked back to his room.

"Yeah, It's only a half-hour drive from here, and it's not even noon yet dude. Call time's at four. Show at six." Gavin explained. He opened the door, where his bag lay half-packed. He plopped his props on the floor, which surprised Madsen. Gavin had made sure to give Madsen his contact info. The kid was struggling, and it was a horrid amount of it. Gavin made sure to be available. He needed to be.

"Yo, Mads? You gonna be ok?" Gavin asked. Madsen seemed brooding, just a bit. He looked back.

"Yeah, it was just a rough weigh-in. I'll be fine after therapy." Madsen explained, and Gavin pulled the rest of his clothes out of the closet. He folded them up and put them into the duffel bag. The bag was packed, and zipped. He took a long breath, took another look at the room, and then picked up the three bags. The room seemed to have many memories with it, but he was real stoked to get home. It was also just as horrible.

"Well, this is it. Make sure to keep in contact. I want to be able to aid you in getting better." Gavin called, and Madsen gave a slight nod.

"Do you need help with your bags?" Lars asked. Gavin took a second, and then he nodded.
"Yeah, take the duffel." Gavin said, and Lars pulled that bag over his shoulder. The two walked down the hall, and into the elevator.

"Are you sure you're going to be ok? A month ago it seemed you were literally about to fall apart." Lars asked. Gavin nodded.

"Yeah, I mean, do you remember when I came in? I was a completely different person." Gavin stated. The elevator arrived to the first floor, and Gavin stepped out. He noticed the different faces in the living room. They were probably there for assessments, and one would take his spot.

He walked to the small sheet by the receptionist.

"You're Gavin, right?" She asked. He nodded.