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to balance on the crutches ensuring not to further embarrass myself in front of Adam. I had become quite the professional using them.
    He rushed to hold the door open for me when we simultaneously noticed Harper coming up the school stairs. She scowled at Adam before croaking under her breath for both of us to hear, “Do you like her?” Only thing is it wasn’t a question, it was more of a statement. She walked into the school as if she hadn’t made the comment and left this sense of discord between Adam and myself.
    Speechless, I apologized, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset her.”
    He looked at me and all I could focus on where those pillow like lips reassuring me, “You have nothing to be sorry about.” He walked next to me all the way to my mother’s car and opened the front door for me. I sat down and then placed the crutches into the back seat. Unable and unwilling to look into his eyes. “Thanks,” I said before he stepped away from the car so I could close my door. I could feel him watching us as we drove off.
    Mom turned the radio down, “Is that the boy that brought you to the hospital?”
    “Ya, his name is Adam.”
    “He’s cute,” she commented. “I can tell you like him, and that’s NOT going to happen. You’re not allowed to date boys when you’re committed to your figure skating. I’ve seen it too many times, girls start skipping skating sessions, then they pick up bad habits like smoking. Do you remember that amazing little jumper, Tanya?”
    “Ya, Whatever happened to her?”
    “She had to quit because some boy got her pregnant. The girls who date never finish competing. They either quit, or injure themselves. I don’t want you to be like them.”
    “I won’t be,” I promised.
     
    My phone chirped while we were in the waiting room. I pulled it out thinking it was Tara, glancing at the secretary, “Is it okay to have this on?”
    She smiled back at me, “It’s no problem dear, thanks for asking.”
    Mom scowled at me, “I’m not on mine right now!”
    “Nobody just texted you,” I snapped.
     
    Adam: I just wanted 2 wish U good luck again.
     
    Oh.My.God! He’s texting me. I texted Tara:
     
    Dalia: ADAM JUST TEXTED ME!
    Tara: Fuck Off! What did he say?
    Dalia: He wished me luck @ the doctor’s office.
    Tara: What did U write back?
    Dalia: I didn’t.
    Tara: Why not? Write him back!
    Dalia: Ok.
     
    I flipped over to him:
     
    Dalia: Thanks.
    Adam: Can I C U after U’r appointment?
    Dalia: Sure!
    Adam: Text when U’r done.
    Dalia: Ok.
     
    Then I went back to Tara:
     
    Dalia: He wants 2 C me after my appointment!
    Tara: Fuck Off!
    Dalia: Vulgar!
    Tara: & jealous!
    Dalia: Don’t be jealous, Harper.. I have 2 go in now, TTYL.
     
    Dr. Rankin was our family doctor who had to be in his late fifties early sixties. He had buzzed grey hair and a stocky build, but gave a whole new meaning to the word compassion.
    Once we were in his office, the appointment took just over twenty minutes from start to finish. He diagnosed me with a torn hamstring muscle and said that judging by the story, I must have injured it on the take-off of the jump, the action of throwing my leg forward into the air.
    Doctor Rankin insisted I start physiotherapy immediately and stay off the ice for two more weeks.
    “Two more weeks!” I complained. I missed so much now, and I thought for sure Dr. Rankin was going to give me the green light. I hardly felt any pain when he was maneuvering my leg into various positions.
    He finished off the appointment by warning me, “This could be the end of your career. We’ll have to see how it goes.” I never thought I would hear those words come from his mouth. It was upsetting to hear, but I didn’t want to fall apart in front of him and my mother. I kept myself together and stayed quiet the entire way home. When we pulled into our driveway, I fished my phone out of my purse and slowly went up the stairs. I texted Tara first:
     
    Dalia: I have a pulled