A/N: two chapters in one day cuz i've been really inconsistent with the uploads lately so here u go :)
The hour was nearly up. I watched the clock with anticipation. Today, the doctor would decide wether or not Jack still needed to attend the physiotherapy lessons or not. 45 minutes had passed. The physiotherapist had given Jack several tasks. He completed all of them to a standard. Every time he took a step, he got closer to the end of the session. Soon, he would be getting his results. The wait was killing me.
Jack had been walking perfectly fine on his own. A couple of times he had been given the demand to jog and even run, and he managed to complete those tasks pretty well. With every one he completed, I grew more and more proud. I desperately wanted to hug him every time he walked or jogged or ran to show him I was proud of him, but I had to just sit back and watch him in near enough complete silence. The only thing me and Mark were actually allowed to do was tell him that he could do it and that it was ok a couple of times.
50 minutes had passed. 10 more minutes until we would get the news we had been waiting for. I was excited, but also scared. The whole time I had been praying that he didn't have to go to these stupid sessions any more and that everything would just be normal.
55 minutes. It's crazy to think that about a year before this, he was lying in a hospital bed, deep asleep in a coma. Then he went to having to be in a wheelchair pretty much constantly, to being in crutches to now being the most independent he had been in months. Sure, it really sucked that he got in that car crash, and since that point a whole lot of shit happened, but I was just so grateful that in the end, everything got better and turned out to be ok in the end.
60 minutes. The hour was finally up. Everybody in the room was nervous. Jack sat down next to me and we all listened carefully to what the doctor had to say.
"Jack has made a lot of improvement within the last few months. I admire how strong and independent he has become in a very short amount of time. Usually it takes around a year for people to recover, in worst case scenarios, around 2-3 years."
She kept rambling on about different things that went through one ear and out the other. I just wanted to hear wether he would be carrying on seeing the doctor or not. I had been holding his hand the entire time rather tightly. I was so nervous.
"I imagine you all want these sessions to end and for all the chaos to be over and done with." We all nodded.
"Well...you'll be happy to know that I've decided that it's best if Jack carries on with these sessions for about a month or two."
"Wait...what?" Mark asked, a look of shock on his face. I couldn't believe the words that had just come out of that bitches mouth. She continuously praised him and played with us like that just to tell us that he would be continuing the fucking sessions?!
"I mean, you do want the best for him right?" She responded.
"Of course we do. But surely he's fit to stop doing these sessions now, right? As you said, he's made significant improvement unlike a lot of people you see, so shouldn't he discontinue the appointments?" I said, trying not to lose my temper and start shouting at her. She chuckled and fiddled with her haid.
"Of course. I was just messing with you. He doesn't need to attend these appointments anymore."
A huge smile appeared on every single face in the room. She was just joking. He really didn't need to go to those dreary appointments anymore. Everything was ok. It could all go back to normal.
"I'm sorry. The opportunity was there, I had to take it. Congratulations anyway." I didn't even care anymore about the fact that she nearly ruined my entire day. Me, Jack and Mark jumped up onto our feet and looked at eachother with happiness in our eyes. We all wrapped our arms tightly around eachother, in a sort of big group hug.
When I pulled away, Jack and Mark were still hugging and I couldn't help but smile at their friendship. I was grateful for Mark. Not only because he was a great friend of mine, but he had always been there for Jack. When they let go of eachother, Jack wrapped his arms tightly around me and nuzzled his face into my chest.
He looked up at me and kissed me for a few sweet seconds. It was short, but I cherished it. We didn't like to kiss in front of other people, but in that moment, we were just too happy and full of joy not to. Jack was ok. Now he could come home, settle down and (hopefully) we could spend our lives together.
Cheesy, I know.
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Hit and Run | Jelix
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