IAN'S POV
Sweat is pouring down my back, my legs are aching, and my lungs are screaming for oxygen, but I keep pushing. The defeated grunt that faintly sounds from behind me makes a large smirk form on my face. He gave up, but I won't. I never do. My feet become lighter, and I cross the goal line with a smile plastered on my face.
Seconds after scoring, my team is on me yelling, cheering, and hitting my pads like a swarm of apes, but I love it. I love this, the stardom, the attention......it fills a small hole that I have always had.
"Hell yes, Wilson," my coach screams as soon as I reach our sideline.
He gives me a high five, and I head for the bench. My lungs are still recovering, but my work for the night is done. There are only 11 seconds left on the board, and I just put us six points ahead. This game should be in the bag.
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"Gun it," Ray screams
IAN POV "Mom, ...MOM. Please just stop. Go," I order as embarrassment and anger rage within me. Mom gives me a sad face that breaks my heart, but I can't force myself to apologize. I'm sick of this. I'm sick of needing assistance to piss! "Okay, well, just call if you need me," mom mumbles, and I feel like I just kicked a dang puppy. As soon as my door shuts, I repeatedly punch my immobile thighs. I can't take this. I can't live like this. I want to rewind time. I want to stop the older man from ever pulling me out of Ray's mustang. I want to scream at him to leave me there with my buddies, let me burn with them. I was the driver. I was the one they both entrusted with their safety. I killed them and crippled myself. God's punishment, probably. "What the crap Ian?? Your mother is in the kitchen crying," Dad yells through my door before opening it.  
CHLOE POV"So how was his first session," Susan asks as we wipe down the equipment we used today."Frustrating. He has all the signs of depression and survivor's guilt. He is like I was when I got hurt.......angry, scared, and full of regret. Plus, he still views himself as a fit athlete. He wants to push his body like he is used to doing," I answer as I think about my new patient."He's cute.....," Susan says, and a blush hits my face.That is the one thing that distracted me throughout our entire session. Ian Wilson is a living, breathing dream guy. I want to run my pale fingers through his chocolate hair so bad. And even when he is glaring, it's hard to look away from his hazel eyes."He is a very good-looking man," I answer, and Susan smirks."Good looking......good enough to end your no dating ever rule," Susan asks, and I laugh.I shake my head, and she walks to the other side of the padded be
IAN POV"Need any help," Colt asks, and I look at him with a go-to-hell look.He raises his hands and makes a sorry-I-asked face. My annoyance at feeling weak erases any guilt I have at being rude. I am so tired of not being able to do things on my own. I feel like a burden. I have to be helped when I do anything. Mom and dad keep trying to be positive by telling me I will get the hang of doing tasks from a chair soon, but that makes me even angrier. I don't want to live my life from a chair; I want to run, I want to walk, and I want to play football.I manage to maneuver my body into the passenger seat of Colt's minivan, and he folds my chair silently. For which I am thankful. I don't need to let my jealous rage out on my brother. Seeing him makes me think about playing ball...which makes me think about how he gave it up for Jan...which makes me burn with jealousy. He threw away my dream.....my dream that remains a dream now."Are you r
CHLOE POV (one week later)"So, did you ever speak to your friends' families," I ask as Ian stares down at his ankle for focus?"I wrote them both a letter while I was in the hospital. I told them every detail I could remember of the entire night, and then I told them how sorry I am. I don't know if they read them. Caleb's dad isn't........well he isn't a very good guy. Real quick to anger....it was probably a good thing I couldn't attend their funerals," he answers bitterly before giving up on his exercise and leaning his head back."Well, I'm sure they appreciated the thought. Even if they are angry. You probably answered all their questions by going into detail," I state as I grab his foot to reposition him.Ian locks his eyes to mine, and irritation flashes in their depths. I brace myself expectantly. Ian has not been shy with his words through any of our sessions. In fact, the more comfortable he gets around me, the harsher hi
IAN POV"Why am I picking you up early??? And why do you look pissed," Colt finally grumbles after picking me up from the appointment I ran from. Well wheeled away from."My therapist had the brilliant idea that I should be placed on medication," I snap, and he gives me a stern look. "And you feel like you don't need medication," Colt asks, and my rage explodes. I yell out and punch my immobile leg with as much strength as I can. Colt's face becomes a mask of shock before he pulls over his new dad-mobile. "WHAT THE HELL IAN? YOU JUST HIT YOURSELF," Colt shouts, and I almost smile but my anger won't let me. Finally, someone isn't babying me. Finally, someone is yelling back and treating me like I'm not made of glass. "YOU AGREE WITH HER; YOU THINK I NEED MEDICATION? YOU THINK I CAN'T MAN UP AND OWN MY MISTAKES? I'M NOT JUST YOUR BABY BROTHER ANYM
CHLOE POV I place the six on the seven in my solitary game before sighing. I have zero hope that Ian will show up today for his appointment. He was a no-show yesterday, but he did call. The receptionist didn't take down his reason, so I'm not sure, but my money is on he didn't want to come. For the past three days, I've done nothing but obsess over what I'm going to say to him if I ever see him again. But even after three days, I've got nothing. Nothing new anyway... "Chloe," my intercom sounds, and I press talk to answer. "Yes,""Your 11:30 appointment is here.""Umm. Okay, thank you," I fumble out as my nerves skyrocket. Ian is here, and I feel like I showed up to school naked. My palms are sweating, and my stomach is in knots as I leave my office to head to the front. I've never been good with confrontation, and since he left so angry last time..... "Good mor
IAN POV "That's great Ian," Trinity praises me as I flex and point my feet. I try to keep the annoyance off of my face, but it's difficult. She sounds as if she is praising her new puppy, who just learned to sit...and her voice is like nails on a chalkboard. My eyes dart across the room, and a grin tugs at my lips as I watch Chloe assist an older man who just had his knee replaced. She is so patient and tender, but her voice doesn't sound like the others. She isn't speaking in a higher tone or acting as if every small movement is a huge accomplishment. She is treating him like a man. "Hey, big guy, focus," Trinity says from right beside me before squeezing my bicep. I slightly jerk but she just grins. "Wow, you are toned," she practically purrs, and the hairs on my neck stand up. For some reason, this girl reminds me of every single footba
CHLOE POV "Hey Chloe, can I speak with you," Ian's voice calls from behind me before I can escape into my office. I really haven't had a chance to calm down from what transpired earlier, and I am still embarrassed over how jealous I got when Ian's body reacted to Trinity. So I really don't want to talk to anyone... Especially him. "Ian, I would really like some alone time," I respond over my shoulder, not realizing how close he had gotten to me. Ian grabs my hand, and I freeze. His eyes look almost panicked as they stare at me. Need and fear glow within their depths. "Chloe, everything that chick said was a lie. She was bitter. Rejected people say hurtful things....please...just can we forget about today. I..really....you know I didn't......I don't like her. My body...Chloe," Ian stumbles out, and his neck turns scarlet. I let my gaze fall to our hands, and I squee