I’ve impatiently sat in the waiting room for the past two hours, and I still haven’t heard any updates about Piper, nor have I seen her parents. My mind is going wild with thoughts on how she must be feeling that I’m not there with her. I can’t predict how her parents will react. I wish I could tell them what really happened before they hear a washed-down version from the staff.
After another thirty minutes, Piper’s parents finally walk in, and I wheel myself to them.
“Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery. I’m relieved you made it.”
Her parents" faces are stone cold, and they don’t even offer me a hello as Mrs. Montgomery stares at my leg.
“You’re in a wheelchair?” she asks in shock.
“Yes, but I’ll recover quickly.”
“You’re an amputee.” Mr. Montgomery analyzes my wound sock.
“I am, sir. I didn’t
