before he cheats | a.cole

fifty four

The week goes by pretty much uneventful. Alexa and Nikki make an appearance on AEW in Dallas. I decided not to go with them because I don't think my knee could handle the trip. Nikki beats Britt in a two minute match.

Today is my checkup for my knee to see if I'm cleared to begin physical therapy. Marina is taking me because Adam has a meeting with Regal and Triple H. He didn't tell me what the meeting was for.

Once Marina and I get to the doctor's office, I walk inside.

I can get around with little pain now without my crutches. I continue to wear the brace just to make sure everything is okay. It's been two weeks since I was injured in the match against Britt.

Marina and I walk up to the receptionist's desk and I say, "Hi, I have an appointment with Doctor Elijah Garcia at 10:30."

The nurse behind the desk says, "Ah, you must be Angelina Wilks."

I nod and say, "That's me."

She says, "Doctor Garcia will be with you in a few moments. Please take a seat."

"Thank you," I say, giving her a small smile before walking to the waiting room. The doctor at the hospital referred me to this doctor. She said that he was good and specialized in knees.

Marina sits next to me and she says, "I hate the doctor's office."

I look over at her and I say, "You better start getting used to them again."

She smiles and says, "I know. I have my first appointment next week. I'm so excited. That appointment will tell me how far along I am and I'll get to see the little one. You should come."

"I would but I'm helping Adam move out of his place and into an apartment," I say.

That's the other thing. Britt has claimed that she can't get a place to live so Adam is letting her stay at their old house. He's signing the lease over to her and everything so he's just moving out and is going to live in an apartment that's about five minutes from the Performance Center.

Marina asks, "How much will you be able to do with you knee?"

I shrug and say, "As much as I can. I can carry light boxes and everything. I'll also be taking the elevator if I need to."

She says, "Good, you need to take very good care of that knee."

I laugh softly and hear my name called. Marina and I get up and I'm lead back to a room. I hop onto the exam table. A few seconds later, an older man walks wearing a suit under a white coat. A stethoscope hands around his neck and he says, "You must be Angelina."

"Yep," I say. "That's me."

He closes the door and says, "I'm Doctor Elijah Garcia. Elizabeth King at Orlando Health referred you to me. So, let's talk about this knee. How has it been feeling? Been staying out of the ring and taking it easy?"

I nod as he pulls up a stool to sit on. I watch as he takes off my brace. I respond with, "I've been taking it as easy as I can. It doesn't hurt as much anymore."

Garcia nods and says, "Wonderful. Sounds like it's healing right up. Let's check the range of motion and you tell me of this hurts." I nod and he takes ahold of my lower leg, moving it around a bit. "Tell me how painful this is on a scale of one to ten." He bends my leg all the way.

There is pain but it's not as bad as it was in the days after I was injured. "Like a four," I say.

"How about when I straighten it out?" he asks, straightening my leg out.

I say, "Two. It's like a dull ache."

Garcia legs my leg go carefully and he pokes at the knee. "Does it hurt at all when I do this?" he asks.