"Do you want me to kiss it for you? 😂"
"N O P E, I'M GOOD 😂"

I wake up on Monday morning, the brace on my knee had been a constant comfort over the weekend. The crutches however had been sort of a nuisance, though, my knee wasn't excruciatingly painful anymore.
"Get up! Your MRI is at 8:30!" My mother calls.
"I'm awake-!" I call back, though my eyes were barely open.
I get dressed. I had settled on wearing the shorts I had gotten from my mother, though I wasn't sure if they were too long or anything.
As I walk into the living room my mother stops me.
"No metal," she motions to my belt.
The black belt with all the stones on it had to have metal somewhere, not just the buckle.
I nod, "I'll take it off when we get there."
She rolls her eyes, "whatever."
I sigh and go into the kitchen for something to eat.
"If you didn't have to leave at 8 I would make breakfast," my dad laughs.
I laugh, "guess I'll starve."
"There's muffins on top of the microwave," my dad points to them.
"Cool, thanks," I grab a huge poppy seed muffin and sit at the table.
"Hurry up, we have to leave!" My mom shouts.
I stand up and struggle to grab the muffins while holding the crutches, "I'll bring it with us-"
"Yeah, that's going well," she rolls her eyes, "just hurry up."

After rapidly eating the muffin and getting my dads help into the truck, my mother and I were on the way for my MRI.
"What do you think they'll find-?" I ask.
"Probably nothing," she repeats her thoughts.
This pain isn't nothing I grumble to myself.

"Have any metal on you?" The MRI technician asks me as he leads me to the room.
I look at myself, "not that I'm aware of."
He laughs, "any jewelry or metal can be left in the bin in the changing room, you can wear the gown if you'd like."
I shudder at the thought of the hospital gown, "no thanks..." I trail off.
"And would you like to listen to music?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Country, rock, po-"
"Country works, thanks."
"Alright."

He settles me into the MRI table with headphones on and a sand bag on my ankles to keep me from moving.
"This will take about an hour or so," he explains through the microphone in the other room.
I give a thumbs up, he wouldn't be able to hear me over the loud, LOUD, MRI machine.

"You'll get a call with your results in less than a week, probably," he tells me as he lifts the sand bag off of my feet.
"Ok," I nod, "hopefully someone can fix my knee..."
He nods, "I hope your knee feels better soon."
"Thanks," I head back to the waiting room where I had left my mom.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•

The MRI technician had called two days ago with my results. I was now in an office going over them with a doctor who was a professional on things like this.
"Looks to be a torn meniscus," the doctor explains.
"And that is?" I ask.
The dictor picks up the model of a knee from on his desk, "its this little muscle right here," he points to a small muscle, "yours is torn, almost flapping around in there."
"Oh- that explains that feeling-" I glance at my knee.
The doctor raises an eyebrow, "if you zoom in here," he allows me to zoom in on the image of my MRI the computer, "you can see the white line there, that's the tear.
I nod, "ok..."
"Now, there's two options. You either start physical therapy, or you have surgery," he says, looking between my mother and I.
My father had went to physical therapy when he broke his leg. It didn't really help him...
"You would probably be able to fix it with just physical therapy," he continues.
"What about the surgery-?" I ask.
"Well there's a chance that we could go in and it may be something else. In which case, you'd still need 6 weeks of physical therapy before we could go in to fix whatever we found," the doctor shrugs, "here's a list of physical therapy places in the area, look it over."

We talk with the doctor for another couple minutes before leaving.
"I don't want to go to physical therapy-" I say, "I just want them to fix my knee-"
My eyes water.
"But if you don't need the surgery then you should try letting it heal on its own and do the physical therapy," My mother reasons.
I don't respond.

Clyde: are you excited for school on Monday?

I shift in my bed.

Me: anxious, really 😅
Clyde: we should compare schedules now that you're at home and probably have it somewhere. Maybe we have classes together!
Me: my schedule is
Me: Chemistry- Sharp
Me: Pre-Calc- Quip
Me: Strings- Roger
Me: English 11- Opten
Me: Art- Yellowstone
Me: US History- Smith
Clyde: wow, we have 3 classes together! Chemistry, pre-calc, and English
Me: niceeeee
Clyde: you gonna ride the bus to school?
Me: probably, you?
Clyde: Yeah, so will Clarrisa, some of the time. Most of the time she gets rides from friends, or her boyfriend.
Me: Ooooo boyfriend
Clyde: 😂
Clyde: Hes a senior like her
Me: Cool lol

Ash: Hey
Me: hiiiiiiiiiii
Ash: hiiiiiiiiiiiiii

Clyde: well, I'm gonna head to bed, see you Monday?
Me: yeah, goodnight!

I check the time, it's only 9:30pm. I guess its time to get into a school schedule.

Me: what day do you start school?
Ash: next Monday, what about you?
Me: this Monday 😬
Ash: oop
Me: yeah, I apparently have 3 classes with the guy next door
Ash: wow, I only have one with Jake, none with Zack
Me: what lunch do you guys have?
Ash: well me and Jake have 4th period together so we have the same lunch, idk about Zack. We don't know which lunches we have
Me: Me and Clyde have 4th together so we should have the same lunch, I assume
Ash: neat
Me: brb, imma go put on pajamas
Ash: okie!

I get out of bed and grab some pajamas. I choose my camo sweatpants and perfect 10 shirt. I decide to go change in the bathroom.

When I get back to bed I get into my blankets and get on my phone.
"Go to sleep by ten," my father peeks his head into my room.
I nod, "ok," I yawn.

Me: I guess I'm going to bed now
Ash: aw, goodnight
Me: goodnight 😴
Me: I love you
Ash: I love you more
Me: Nah, I love you more ❤

I put my phone on the charger on my bedside table and roll over to go to sleep.