Today we have the second part of Connie's second chapter - Jolin...
“Are you asking me or telling me.” He smiled. He was older and his head was thinning. He seemed nice enough. Why? What made him seem nice? Did he have a kind voice, an understanding smile? Show us.
“T-t-telling. I had a g-g-game.”
“Yes you did.” He nodded.
“It was three days ago, Jolin. You’ve been unconscious for three days.” My mom grabbed my hand and started rubbing it against her cheek, tears pooling in her eyes.
The doctor shot her a frustrated look. “Yes, you have been unconscious for a few days. You had a severe impact to the head. Helmet to helmet contact.”
My mind couldn’t process what he was saying. If he was saying I had a severe concussion I’d be sidelined. It was my senior football year. (he seems younger than this in the first part of the chapter – just sayin…) I had colleges looking at me.
“You also had an injury to your shoulder. Rotator cuff was torn. We’ll need to do surgery but wanted to wait until you woke up.”
“When?” My words failed me
y but I already knew the
needed to hear it someone say it out loud.
My mom brought my hand to her lips and kissed it, holding it there, unable to look into my eyes.
“When?” I repeated.
“Jolin. I won’t be able to clear you to play again. Your brain is severely bruised. Your short term memory has been compromised. Your speech has been affected. If you
another head impact, even minor it could cause serious damage. Even
death. You’ll never play again.”