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"What do you mean, supposed to?"
"I said no, when I saw she was going to be the physical therapist."
"Why would you do that, Son?"
"It's not like she wanted to work with me either, Dad," I say frustrated.
"What are you going to do?"
"Doc says she's the best, there is no one else. He says I'm going to have to convince her to work with me if I want to be back with the team next year," I admit, not liking my options.
"We will figure something out, for now, let's get you home, and maybe we both can get some decent rest tonight," dad says, as the nurse brings in the wheelchair and my discharge papers.
I nod because I am ready to get out of this hospital, and I’m going to have to make a plan to get Krista to work with me, even if it may kill me. I grimace as the thought hits me.
CHAPTER6
KRISTA
It's Monday morning. I spent the entire weekend hiding in my apartment, ignoring phone calls. My mind is still trying to process that my best friend, Leia, is actually my half-sister. I mean, I've always considered her, Emily, and Riley as my sisters since we all connected in middle school, so I'm not upset at the thought of her being actual blood, just that my father and her mother kept a huge secret like that from us for a quarter of our lives.
I know I need to call Leia and talk this out, I’m not quite sure what to actually say. I've come up with different scenarios and conversations in my head over and over, and everything seems so awkward and weird no matter what I come up with.
I know I need a little more time to come to terms with this new revelation, but I am curious how Leia feels about this as well. I don’t know what to say, and maybe she doesn't as well since she didn't reach out to me either.
I walk into the office, getting ready for Mr. Matthews, since we changed his therapy days from Sundays to Mondays, due to the football games. Though now that I know Will Anderson is out for the season, I wonder if he will still watch the games?
I hear the door open, but thinking it's Mr. Matthews coming in a little early, I think nothing of it until I hear a voice behind me.
"Hello Krista."
I turn immediately and see Mr. Anderson standing at the door.
"Good morning, Mr. Anderson. I didn't expect to see you, but I guess I should have anticipated it," I tell him. "Did your son send you?"
"No," he says, shaking his head. "He doesn't know I am here, but I wanted to talk to you."
"I can't work with him, Mr. Anderson. He doesn't want me to, and I won't be responsible for him thinking he knows more than I do, and it hinders his recovery. If he thinks he can do it better, I will give you some exercises that he can do on his own, but I won't take the blame when he's not ready for his next season or worse does permanent damage."
"That's why I'm here, Krista. He can't do this by himself. He's stubborn, as you know, but he truly needs your help, and I know he knows this," he says, getting a bit breathless and sits down on the nearest bench.
"Mr. Anderson, are you okay?" I ask, concerned.
"Ahh, I'm fine, just a bit of old age and out of shape. Don't worry about me, it's Will who needs your help."
I take in a big sigh. I know I shouldn't help the asshole, but I look at Mr. Anderson and notice he's looking a bit gray in the face.
"Okay, I'll talk to him, but I will not promise to work with him just yet," I say, when I see him start to smile.
"I guess that's fair enough. I want my son to be able to fulfill his dream, whatever that looks like."
I nod because I can see he loves and wants the best for his son, no matter what.
"I have a client coming in soon, so I'll drop by your house this afternoon and have a conversation with Will. Will that be okay?"
"That will be great. Thank you, Krista," he says, standing up with a smile.
"I'm not making any promises to help him. I only agreed to talk to him," I reiterate.
