lovingfingers
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Steve Landers lay in bed. It was already 8:00 and he had been awake for a couple hours. He was used to getting up early, going for a run, working out, before going to school. He was 18, muscular and quick, a running back for the football team.
Was was the operative term. The car accident had been bad. It wasn’t his fault. He was just a passenger, but that didn’t help. He was paralyzed from the waist down. The doctors had not ruled out the possibility that he would regain some use of his legs some day, but it was clear any athletic career was over. His arm was still in a cast. It would take surgery and a few more months before he would regain any use of it. A thick bandage covered part of his face. Reconstructive surgery might make it possible to be seen in public without people pointing at the freak, but for now…
As much as his injuries hurt, the loss of his father hurt worse. His dad had been driving, and had died instantly.
He turned his head as he heard steps on the stairs. It must be his mom. In the weeks following the accident, he had marveled at how she had kept it together, dealing with her grief, taking care of him. Technically, she was his step-mom, but she had been mom as long as he could remember. She had married his father while he was still young.
He smiled genuinely as she walked in, carrying a tray with breakfast. She wished him a good morning and bent down to give him a kiss on the cheek. She set the tray aside and reached down. He wrapped his good arm around her and felt the warmth of her full chest pressed against his. She pulled him up to a sitting position and stuffed a pillow behind him. Setting the tray over his legs, she smiled, “Hope you’re hungry.”
Was was the operative term. The car accident had been bad. It wasn’t his fault. He was just a passenger, but that didn’t help. He was paralyzed from the waist down. The doctors had not ruled out the possibility that he would regain some use of his legs some day, but it was clear any athletic career was over. His arm was still in a cast. It would take surgery and a few more months before he would regain any use of it. A thick bandage covered part of his face. Reconstructive surgery might make it possible to be seen in public without people pointing at the freak, but for now…
As much as his injuries hurt, the loss of his father hurt worse. His dad had been driving, and had died instantly.
He turned his head as he heard steps on the stairs. It must be his mom. In the weeks following the accident, he had marveled at how she had kept it together, dealing with her grief, taking care of him. Technically, she was his step-mom, but she had been mom as long as he could remember. She had married his father while he was still young.
He smiled genuinely as she walked in, carrying a tray with breakfast. She wished him a good morning and bent down to give him a kiss on the cheek. She set the tray aside and reached down. He wrapped his good arm around her and felt the warmth of her full chest pressed against his. She pulled him up to a sitting position and stuffed a pillow behind him. Setting the tray over his legs, she smiled, “Hope you’re hungry.”