Check you out/up (Sahalie)
Jun 2, 2014 15:52:37 GMT -5
Post by Jack Lexington on Jun 2, 2014 15:52:37 GMT -5
MATTHEW DUNHAM
Three weeks and five days. That’s how long it’s been since all this shit went down. Not a single day goes by that I don’t think about it or painfully get reminded of what I’m not capable of yet. Time passes way too slowly when it comes to healing and being patient before I can train again.
Even though Kyanite is there every step of the way I can’t really lean on her because she’s got her own heavy bundle to carry from the incident.
The academy allowed me back this week but at the end of it they were absolutely aware that I’m in no shape to be taking part in all the sparring, fighting, running in the mud and kicking in doors to abandoned houses as an exercise.
They didn’t allow me to take part after one. All I can do is a shitload of rules and regulation classes as well as tactical training that happens on paper.
At the end of the week I’m ready to complain loudly but all I get is “Go get a check up. If they say you’re okay to train, you can join your class.”
“I know very well myself when I’m ready and I am ready.” I try to complain but get a harsh look that lets me know any further discussion will probably lead to me loosing precious points I earned during the first weeks here and that I need to graduate.
Three hours later I’m on the bus to the next town, my home town, which also happens to be the place that the hospital is located. I know the large grey stone and glass building a little too well for my taste. So I step off the bus and make my way through the front entrance to the main desk, who points me in the right direction.
The wait is almost as long as the busride so I busy myself reading one of the magazines that somebody left on a plastic chair and wonder whether I should give Ky a call to meet me. It would be a great chance.
My head leans against the wall behind me and I’m barely reading anymore because my lids are getting heavy. Might as well snooze a little.