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"Good, you are awake."
"He just woke up, Doc," dad says, and the doc nods.
"There was more damage than we thought, so I can't tell you how long it will take for your swelling to go down, we will watch it and adjust accordingly. I plan to talk to the physical therapist tomorrow to make sure you get on her schedule. Do you have any questions?"
"No, I think I'm okay for now, Doc. I’m very tired."
"Get your rest, you are going to need it. I will have the nurse bring in some ice packs so you can keep it on your knee."
"Thanks, Doc."
He nods, then walks out.
* * *
Friday
“Will, you should be able to start your physical therapy on Monday. I'm going to release you today to go home, but before you go, I want you to meet your physical therapist. She will be at your house on Monday to begin your therapy."
"Great, Doc, I'm ready to get out of this hospital bed."
"I'm sure you are. Give me a few minutes, and I will be right back."
Twenty minutes later, my door opens and in walks the Doc.
"Will, this is the Physical Therapist, Krista Strauss, Krista this is Will Anderson," Doctor Hellman says, and I lose all thought.
"No, I don't think so," I say, without even thinking. "I asked for the best."
"Krista is the best in her field, you will find no one better for what you require," Doctor Hellman says.
"I think Mr. Anderson would be a better fit with someone else," Krista says, turning to walk out of the room. "I don't have time for people who think they know better than me. He's only going to hurt himself more, and I want no part of it."
"Krista," Doctor Hellman calls out.
"Sorry Doc, not this time," she says, allowing the door to close.
"What is that about, Will? She is the best, and if you want to get back on the field, she is the one you need to make that happen."
"There has to be someone else, Doc."
"No, there isn't. Not one who can get you where you want to be in the timeframe you are needing."
"Shit," I mutter. "Doc, that woman is crazy, she would probably hurt me under the guise of helping," I tell him.
"Nonsense, that's not Krista's way," he tells me waving his hand in the air, before bringing it down on his face, "Plus, I don't know if you'll be able to convince her to be your physical therapist at this point."
"Ughhh, she's really the best?" I have to ask again, because I can't correlate best with the girl who tried to make my life hell outside of school.
"She really is," Doc says.
I wipe my face. "Fine, Doc. Is there any way you can talk to her?"
"Nope, this one is on you. You are going to have to make amends and convince her to work with you, especially if you want to meet your timeline goal. Good luck."
He walks out of the room as I glare at his back. I can't believe this is happening. Dad walks into the room, "What’s wrong?"
"Krista Strauss was the physical therapist I was supposed to work with," I tell him.
