•Sequel to RUN•
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𝘞𝘢𝘴
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𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮
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𝘈𝘯𝘥
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𝘿𝙊𝙉𝙀
[𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑫]
Join Sydney and her friends as they continue to battle their way out of d...
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Chapter Eighteen. ****************
"That was a great session today. Shall I book you in for Thursday?" Mario, my physical therapist, asked as I sat back in the chair, catching my breath.
We'd just spent the last hour working on what used to be insignificant movements with small steps, weight shifts, balance adjustments. Now they felt like a full-body workout.
"Please." I said.
The sooner this cast was off, and I could walk properly again, the better.
"I'll get that prescription sorted for you as well." He added, guiding me toward the computer.
I left with a pain medication script, my next appointment booked, and legs that felt like jelly.
As I made my way down the corridor to where Caleb and Parker had agreed to meet me, I spotted them heading in my direction.
We walked toward the bus stop in silence. No one spoke until we were seated on the bus routed for our apartment building.
"How'd it go?" I asked, leaning forward slightly so they had to look at me.
Parker shrugged. Caleb gave a noncommittal grunt.
"Did either of you actually speak?"
After a beat, they both nodded.
I leaned back in my seat, watching the city blur past the window.
I supposed that was something.
The fact that they'd both shown up at all was progress... Even if we'd practically had to shove Caleb through the front doors.
We'd all given him a mouthful this morning. Turns out he wasn't okay. Not even close.
And the drinking? It needed to stop. Again. But at least this time, he'd acknowledged it.
The others had all conveniently disappeared from the apartment this morning after that chat when I'd announced we were catching the bus together. I figured they'd come around eventually... Hopefully.
"How was physio?" Caleb asked, the question sounding like an afterthought.
"Good." I replied.
Silence settled over us again, thick but not entirely hostile...
***
"So... How are you?" My father asked cautiously, like he thought I might bolt the second he said the wrong thing.
Maybe I would have, a week ago.
But today and right now...
I looked from him, to my mother, then to Savannah. She had Talos perched on her lap, pulling exaggerated faces at him in an attempt to make him laugh. She was deliberately ignoring the tension at the table.
