Page 2 of Show Me How to Heal
The bright light hurt, but I knew it. The floodlights of the stadium in front of a dark sky. Grass was beneath me.
I was still on the football field.
My ears were ringing.
My whole body was on fire. Everything hurt but…
Fuck!
I tried to roll over, using my left leg to push away from the ground, but… it didn’t move.
The leg did, however, send a fresh wave of agony through my body, punching the air out of my lungs again.
I tried screaming, but nothing except a broken sob left my dry mouth.
Tears stung in my eyes — or was it sweat?
A face appeared over me, pushing in front of the bright floodlights.
“Lukas?”
I opened my mouth, wanted to answer him, but I couldn’t. The agony had robbed me of my voice, had stolen every breath left in my lungs.
Spots danced in front of my eyes.
“It’s okay, buddy.” The face came closer. Paul.
My brain tried telling me it was impossible for him to be here. He’d been on the other side of the field a second ago.
“The paramedics are on their way.”
I shook my head.
No.
I couldn’t go now. I needed to play… We needed to play! We were so close to the finale!
One goal.
My dream! I couldn’t give up now! I was too close!
“You need to stay still. Please stay still,” Paul begged, dropping down on the grass beside me. His hands cupped my face, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Everything will be okay,” he said. “Everything’s going to be fine, you hear me? Everything’s going to be okay…”
I wanted to believe him. My mind begged me to believe his words, but when the first paramedic so much as touched my knee and I heard my own agonized scream, I knew the truth.
Nothing was ever going to be okay again.
THIRD SURGERY: FOOTBALL STAR LUKAS RICHTER STILL IN HOSPITAL! WILL HE EVER BE ABLE TO WALK AGAIN? READ WHAT EXPERTS THINK!
Chapter 1
Luke
One year later
Crossing the town line and driving by the sign telling me the population was seven thousand two hundred thirty-three felt like entering a completely new world. Like the beginning of a new life.
Just like it was supposed to be.
