Lucas laid on the bed in the emergency room awaiting the doctor to come back in wit the news about his leg. Almost everything in his lower body was numb from the extensive amounts of pain medication they had given him, and he looked up to see an IV drip hanging on a post. The needle was in his hand, a place he found very uncomfortable. He knew no bones were protruding since a short round nurse called out something along the lines of 'no external bleeding, no bone visible.' when they were examining his leg for the first time. He thought Tori was somewhere out in the ER, and frankly he cared more about her being here then his parents. Lucas sighed in anger believing that this disaster was all his fault. 'At least it was me and not one of my team-mates' he thought to himself.
A few seconds later a young doctor about 30 walked in the room in a white lab coat and blue-green scrubs. He held in his had some x-rays, but Lucas couldn't remember them being taken. "Lucas," the doctor started, a twinge of sadness in his voice. "As you can see here you shattered your fibula, and have one fracture in the tibia." As the doctor was talking, he pointed to 4 fractures in the smaller bone of his leg and one crack in the larger one. "You're going to need surgery, and the sooner we get you in the better," the doctor added.
Lucas sat stunned for a moment, his mouth agape and his eyes as wide as they could go being on the pain medicine. "Tori, my best friend, she's probably out there, can I see her before I go in?" he asked, tears reforming in his eyes. He thought that this was the end of any soccer career he had, weather it be the rest of high school or with the professionals. "Sure, I'll go grab her," the doctor said as he walked out of the door. "Tori?" he called out into the waiting room. "You can see him before surgery, but you must make it quick."