The level of malpractice Kane was exposed to is criminal. I stay in the background, never once letting the club in Minors Fork know that I have any idea what’s going on. It took everything I had not to go and see him but Roman told me Kane would have more motivation to get better if I remained out of reach and I trust he knows what he’s talking about.
FOUR MONTHS
Three weeks after he was admitted, I get a call from my contact in patient relations that they are moving him to a rehabilitation unit. He’s healing fast and they finally eradicated the infection that almost cost him his leg. I’m on my bike when I get the call and need to pull over when the tears in my eyes prevent me from seeing the road clearly.
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When my phone pings seconds later I’m so startled I almost drop the phone.
I love you baby, never stopped. I’ve got shit to take care of but I’m coming for you as soon as I can. Miss you too. K
Letting go the breath I didn’t know I was holding, I feel like I can finally breathe. It’s been four long, horrible months that I spent loathing myself every day, thinking he hated me. This is my first inkling of hope. The first time I feel any measure of optimism that just maybe I haven’t ruined everything good in my life that I found with Kane.
With Kane on the mend and our line of communication open, I realize I have some work to do on myself. On a sunny day in November down in Dallas, I hold firmly to Roman’s hand as he walks me into the downtown office of Dr. Phyllis Rambling, a psychiatric professional specializing in PTSD, and start the long road to claiming back my life.
Kane turned thirty-nine in the rehab hospital and Roman tells me that the Wisconsin club all road tripped to Boston to mark the occasion. Vik temporarily took over for Kane as president but other than imparting that information I learn nothing because club business isn’t any business of mine, or so I’m told. I smack Roman on the shoulder and call him an idiot for saying that and all is right with the
FOUR MONTHS
Three weeks after he was admitted, I get a call from my contact in patient relations that they are moving him to a rehabilitation unit. He’s healing fast and they finally eradicated the infection that almost cost him his leg. I’m on my bike when I get the call and need to pull over when the tears in my eyes prevent me from seeing the road clearly.
A week after he started rehabilitation …show more content…
When my phone pings seconds later I’m so startled I almost drop the phone.
I love you baby, never stopped. I’ve got shit to take care of but I’m coming for you as soon as I can. Miss you too. K
Letting go the breath I didn’t know I was holding, I feel like I can finally breathe. It’s been four long, horrible months that I spent loathing myself every day, thinking he hated me. This is my first inkling of hope. The first time I feel any measure of optimism that just maybe I haven’t ruined everything good in my life that I found with Kane.
With Kane on the mend and our line of communication open, I realize I have some work to do on myself. On a sunny day in November down in Dallas, I hold firmly to Roman’s hand as he walks me into the downtown office of Dr. Phyllis Rambling, a psychiatric professional specializing in PTSD, and start the long road to claiming back my life.
Kane turned thirty-nine in the rehab hospital and Roman tells me that the Wisconsin club all road tripped to Boston to mark the occasion. Vik temporarily took over for Kane as president but other than imparting that information I learn nothing because club business isn’t any business of mine, or so I’m told. I smack Roman on the shoulder and call him an idiot for saying that and all is right with the