JUSTIN’S POV
“I’ve got good news for you today,” Gerald says, glancing at his screen.
I sit up straight and lean in a little because when your physiotherapist leads with good news, you don’t slouch through it.
“I’m anxious,” I admit. “Really anxious.”
He smiles, resting his chin lightly on his hands. “Want to guess what I’m about to tell you?”
I shake my head, even though I already have an idea what it is.
Come on, I haven’t been dragging myself in here for months, working my ass off, just for him to tell me he got me ice cream. I’m here to get back on the pitch. And the only good news I care about is one thing: I’m cleared.
I’ve been asking him every day since last week if it’s coming soon. We’ve only got three games left before graduation, and it’s always been the same answer…no.
