forum Big Guy's Cry Too (O/O)(Open)

Started April 19, 2019 by Deleted user

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"It'll be….hard to adjust." He got the crutches back under his arms. "What do you think?"

"You'll be fine," Acacia responded stepping away from him with a slight grin, "All you have to do is stick with me."

"Seems simple enough." He shrugged. "Screw it, might as well give it a shot."

"Great!" Acacia was fully smiling at this point. She walked into the kitchen, "Now what do you want to eat?"

"Cereal, maybe?" he asked, the steady click, click following her. "I'm a simple guy."

"I don't blame you," Acacia opened up the cereal cabinet, "We got a lot of options. Any kind you like?"

"Something with a lot of chocolate and sugar," he said unhelpfully, trying his best to look over her shoulder.

"We have Cocoa Puffs?" Acacia suggested reaching up to grab the box.

"Deal, he agreed, then made his way over to the table. He pulled a chair out and tred his best to sit down, but was obviously struggling.

Acacia grabbed the box, a bowl, a spoon, a glass, and milk. Because if he didn't like milk, they were about to have a problem. Or she was just bad at assuming things. She walked over to where Riley was having difficulty sitting down. She put the food down on the table before asking, "Do you need some help?"

He smiled sheepishly. "If you'd be so kind, yeah."

Acacia laughed lightly in a playful manner before helping him sit down, "Don't be afraid to ask for help. I'm happy to help out."

"I just have to get over my own ego," he admitted. "Like I said, I'm not used to being hurt like this."

"I understand," Acacia nodded slowly moving the bowl and box closer, "It must be weird going from this national basket ball super star to hardly being able to walk."

His smile faltered slightly as he stared at the bowl on the table. "I probably won't be able to play again."

"I," Acacia paused as her mind grasped,at straws as to what to say, "You don't know that yet do you? It might be a while, but surely you'll be able to play again eventually."

"Doctors say if I do, I risk losing the leg." He rubbed the top of his head and sighed. "Not even pickup games at thhe park."

"I mean," Acacia was in slight disbelief, "Maybe they're just saying that now. To scare you off from playing while you're recovering. A torn Achilles can't be that devastating, can it?"

"The Achilles takes most of the force when someone plants their feet," he explained. "It moves kinda like a piston to cushion the force from the knee. After it's torn, it can't take as much force when a foot plants. You plant your feet so much when you play basketball that there's no real hope of it holding up."

"That makes sense," Acacia sighed looking up at him, "Maybe you can find some other sport to do?"

"Nothing except golf or something in the water," he said. "Everything else is out the door."

"Well, uh," Acacia stopped to think, "Maybe it doesn't have to be a sport?"

"My entire life doesn't have to be decided in 15 minutes, you know," he said, glancing over at her.