Amara's POV
1 week later
"Amara wake up it's almost time for your doctors appointment " my mom called for me. After landing in San Francisco my mom picked me up and decided that it would be best if I stayed at her house for a week until I get my crutches off. "Coming mama" putting on a quick outfit which consisted of biker shorts and a crop T as I really couldn't put on jeans I then made my way across the hall where I saw her getting ready to go back to work after taking this week off to watch me.
"Hey mom why don't you just go to work so your not late on your first day back and I'll have Stefan drive me" Stefan is our family driver and he's been catering to our family since I was a little girl. "Are you sure princesa (princess)" knowing she did so much for me this week and I should return it "Yeah sure mom and I think I'm getting my crutches off anyways so they'll probably just put me in a boot or cast for a while" at least I hoped they took me out of the crutches as they were bothering me. Calling Stefan to bring around the car I waited quietly for him to arrive "Where to Amara" getting in the car I told him "Just to my Podiatrist (foot and ankle doctors) and I'll probably be there for a while so you can just come back and pick me up later".
Getting to the medical center I waved goodbye to Stefan and made my way inside the clinic. Checking in I waited only about 5 minutes as I already had the appointment scheduled "Amara" hearing the doctor call for me I made my way to the back. "It's good to see you again Amara how's the ankle doing" the doctor asked me.
"Well better then last time as the swelling went away" reaching the private room I went and sat on the chair for him to examine my foot. "Well it looks good so far you were right no more swelling but it's still bruised and tender" needing to get a more precise diagnosis on my ankle he tried to move it which at first didn't hurt until he applied more pressure. "Okay were just going to need to do one more x-ray to see if everything is healing properly". Walking I went and laid down on the x-ray bed that was in the room after a few pictures we had to wait for the results
"As of right now even without getting back the results you'll be needing a boot for about 4 weeks then a support brace for about another 2 weeks" feeing relieved at the news I now had hope to play soon "So I'll be able to play by the World Cup". Looking at me with a guilty face I knew what he was going to say wasn't good news "Look Amara I'm not going to lie to you after you finish those 6 weeks of support on your ankle it still may not be enough for you to go back 100%" feeling defeated before I could say something he continued "But if you do well with your physical therapist for these next 9 weeks and he clears you maybe then you can play in the World Cup but that still is a small percentage so don't get your hopes up". Taking his words in I knew I was going to have to work hard if I wanted to be ready in these next 9 weeks.
After a few minutes of waiting he finally came back with my x-ray results "So everything came back fine as everything is healing properly and correctly. With that being said you don't need your crutches anymore but will need to put you in a boot so you can slowly start applying pressure to your ankle and it can go back to being supported on its own" handing him my crutches back as I didn't need them anymore "Oh you can keep those your insurance already covered them" knowing I didn't need them "Okay can you just reuse them and give them to someone who can't afford them". He then took them back into his storage room for someone else like I told him to "Okay now we just need to put you in a boot so if you could please just sit there and keep your foot still so I can apply it without hurting you" doing as told he put on a black short boot.
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