I went to the hospital, and they did x-rays and all kinds of tests. The doctor told me that I'd be able to be healthy in a few weeks, which I knew already since the display told me. They finally released me after a few hours, and I was tired at this point. I had the driver take me back to Lebron's place to rest.
Lebron and the others hadn't gotten back yet, and we're probably still enjoying themselves at the festival, so I decided to just head to bed. I woke up in the middle of the night due to the alarm ringing off, letting me know that a plane flight was coming up soon. We all had school the next day, so we had to make our way back.I met up with LeBron and told him that we had to go as everybody was already packed up. LeBron thanked me for coming through on the short notice and apologized for the injury. He asked me how I was. I told him that in two weeks, I should make a full recovery.He was happy about this apologizing to me once again. We made our way out and to the airport after boarding the plane and making our way back to the DMV(DC, Maryland, Virginia). We got home and got ready right away for school.When Rasta and Flo saw my hand-cast, they were freaking out and regretted that they weren't there to protect me. I told them that it was a small injury and that I should make a full recovery in a few weeks. After convincing them, I was okay for about 10 minutes, plus I was finally released to go to school.When I got to school, everybody was worried about my injury. The foot Coach found out about this and was freaking out. He asked me during my lunch if I'll be able to play the football game that was coming up this Friday. I told him that I could probably kick for him, but as for anything that deals with throwing with my hand, I won't be able to do that.Coach shook his head and asked what happened after I gave him the details he told me to stay away from basketball which shocked me because that was my main sport, so I had to put him in his place and tell him that football is just a small hobby that I'm using to pass the time and to gain strength if it weren't for that I wouldn't be playing at all so he should never speak to me about dropping a sport that I love.Coach kept quiet after that and understood he had overstepped his boundaries. Coach apologized, and everything was cool again. I continue to train that week. I was training my legs and my upper body and the hand that was not injured so that I would not lose my edge once I came off the injury.I was able to make it to the game on Friday and became a kicker again for the team. The other team was playing were surprised to see a player in a cast still playing in the game, but after they saw me kick a field goal perfectly, they did not doubt that I was skilled.The game went on, but we still lost the game giving us our first loss due to my hand being injured and the main quarterback also being injured. The backup quarterback wasn't able to hold his own during that time as the results were as clear as day as we had lost that game.Everybody was sad about getting our first loss, but you can't win them all right. The weekend came and went by as fast as the game. I had one more week until my injury was gone, so I continue to train.Basketball season was coming up soon, so the basketball coach met up with the seniors as we started to meet up and discuss how we were going about this season and whether we had any players from JV trying out. I was able to sit in on the tryouts and noticed that we had a good group of players coming to the varsity team.I knew that the team would be in good hands after I had left for college. We picked up two new transfer students after winning the Nationals for three years in a row, and our school became famous. One was a center, and one was a point guard, the center was slightly shorter than Momba.He had a wide range of skills under the basket, he can score better than Momba, but Momba could rebound and play defense better, which complimented the way I played since I was more of a scorer than a defender and Momba didn't mind not scoring many points. Brione had joined the team, too, as our SF(small forward) and was in our starting lineup.His speed couldn't be rivaled; the two weeks had finally come up just in time for basketball season and football season was about to end soon. I made a full recovery gaining all my abilities back to normal, which excited my basketball coach, and he was happy to hear that I had healed and was ready for the first scrimmage game against Springbrook High.The regular football season had ended, and we were heading to the Nationals to play. Those games were only held on Saturdays while the basketball games were held on Friday nights, which was a good thing because if they were both held on the same day, I would have to skip out on football.When the football coach learned I had recovered, he immediately wanted me to play in the Nationals as the starting quarterback. I declined him at first, but then he started crying and begging me, which shocked me and made me agree. Friday finally came, and the game against Springbrook High was about to go live.