“Clean banging pots and pans around in the kitchen, scrubbing them was driving him crazy. His one attempt to help thirty minutes ago though, running the vacuum, had resulted in him being scolded and forced back to the sofa with an ice pack on his arm. The walls of the small apartment were closing in on him more every day. A man could only watch so much television before he became brain dead. Zack was bored out of his mind. And although he and Heather had reached a tenuous peace, it amounted... to circling each other like caged cats. He almost wanted to aggravate her just to get a rise and have something to do. Arguing was a good brain stimulating activity, and he’d probably welcome it right now, he thought, as he flipped through channels without even paying attention to what was on. According to the therapist, although he was making good progress, it would be weeks, months, before he was even close to back to normal. The man said the jury was out as to whether he’d be able to ride anytime in the next millennium. He told Zack to have patience, but that was a commodity in short supply. It always had been. Zack needed a better sign that he was healing. All he had from two weeks of grueling and painful therapy so far was the intense itching of the stitches that would be removed at the end of the week. He grabbed the rubber ball from the coffee table and put it in his right palm and squeezed it as hard as he could, which wasn’t much. Squeezing this ball and waiting was also driving him insane. Lifting a one-pound dumbbell at therapy was not helping either, but that’s all the therapist had allowed him to do so far. On his next visit, Zack was going to tell him to up the program, because he wasn’t waiting forever. He couldn’t wait forever, or his career would be over whether he got better or not. Lucky and Sam had driven down to see him yesterday on their way to the first stop on the pro tour, which started next week. Sam was on top of the world, because he ended on the top of the bullrider standings in Houston. Hearing that made Zack physically ill, because that should have been him. That damned buckle and the huge payout should be his, would have been if he hadn’t chose to get involved in a fight that wasn’t his. From here on out, he was minding his own damned business, and that was riding bulls. He was safer doing that than playing hero.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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