Chapter 13

But when Ryan does reply, his answer surprises Dante. “Since the accident? No one’s asked me anything. Not, how are you doing, Ryan? Not, what’s it like to sit all the time? Not, how the hell do you take a piss anymore?” He forces a wan smile. “Nothing. No one mentions the chair or my legs. Like they’re scared they might offend me.”

“The doctors,” Dante suggests, settling back in his seat.

Ryan shrugs. “Sure, the doctors ask. Where’s it hurt? How’s this feel? Can you do this?” With a lusty sigh, he says, “For all their talk of me walking again, it hasn’t happened yet. All I do at the therapist’s are sit-ups and leg-lifts and damn warm-up exercises. I want back in the game, you know? I don’t want to sit on the sidelines, I don’t want to warm up with the rest of the team just to watch.” He looks at Dante, his eyes pleading for empathy. “You know?”