Their First Encounter (CLOSED) Aug 3, 2011 22:06:13 GMT -5
Post by Layton "Chu" Lewis on Aug 3, 2011 22:06:13 GMT -5
For Your Consideration
Layton "Chu" Lewis & Akio Tokuhana.
A physical therapist office located in the Hospital.
Chu's knee has been dislocated, he's been ordered to visit a physical therapist to get it examined and worked on.
It was roughly 1:30pm in the after noon. Out of an adjacent open window a warm summer breeze blew through, the sun beat down on to the wooden floor. A thin and timid looking young man sat awkwardly in a chair anxiously fumbling with his long fingers. He had been ordered by a doctor to visit the hospital's physical therapist, and perhaps this would help strengthen his muscles so his knee wouldn't pop out of joint anymore.
He wasn't sure how many Doctors he's seen over the years, he wasn't sure of how many bottles of pain killers he'd been prescribed, how many times he'd been on crutches, how many times he'd been bandaged up or given a new brace to wear. It had all become a blur to him, thinking back, he wasn't even sure how many times he'd even been admitted to a hospital. Every time he came back, he was reminded how much he disliked it. He hated the smell, the death, the pain, the memories.
Thinking about it all made him physically sick.
He held his stomach with one hand and glanced around the room. The room he was in was decently sized, with several different machines to exercise on, stepping stools, exercise balls, weights, there was a set of bars for patients who had to re-learning how to walk and could use the bars to stabilize themselves, and other odd configurations for therapy. To his left was a large metal door and then a long glass window, through the window you could see a small pool, that was probably used to help patients walk without too much impact on their bodies.
The young man's deep honey colored eyes looked up at the clock again, 1:35pm.
Whoever his physical therapist was he was probably caught up eating lunch or at a meeting.
However, he didn't mind sitting there in the silence. He leaned forward in his chair and looked at himself. He was wearing a loose black shirt, a pair of blue basketballs shorts, his silver ring, and the brace around his knee that the doctor had given him.
Truth be told, he was embarrassed to have to wear the basketball shorts. Despite having a dislocated knee, he also had several scars and burn marks running up his legs. But, the doctor told him to wear shorts so the therapist could see how bad his knee was. He truly hoped that the therapist wouldn't comment on all of his scars. He didn't want to talk about them, at all.
1:45pm. Was he too early? Was he too late? Was the appointment on another day? Was he in the wrong room? What if his therapist was mean? What if the therapist didn't like him? What if...? What if...? What if...?
He could only think of the worst possibly scenarios, as he anxiously rocked himself back and fourth in his chair; nervously chewing on his perfectly plump pink lips.