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Man have the times changed. Miguel remembers being the outcast, the dorky kid at the outcast table. It was the bullying that motivated him to learn defense. It almost felt like fate that he ended up living in the same apartment complex as Mr. Lawrence, and he helped me find myself. Miguel wasn’t proud of some of his actions when it came to defending himself; he overthought and ultimately was the reason why Sam landed into the arms of Robby. I accidentally pushed her; I was jealousy and all in my head. And I did have to wonder if the fight hadn’t happened at the school; would the brunette be laying here with me now? Deep down Miguel knew; how he felt about Sam, and how she felt about him but like Demetri he was feeling those pinch me moments. But he had to exhale a chuckle now as he listened to Sam express the shock. “ Boy was down bad for Yas, and I don’t know how he made her fall for him but I got to give him props.” I added as a small shrug came from my shoulders now. 

It was nice; I hated how Samantha’s experience with school was right now; but it was nice to not feel as if I was overthinking, believing I didn’t deserve her. But I wanted Sam to fit in again, it wasn’t her fault that Tory overdramatic now; that she decided to cause those chaos instead of talking like a human being, and my body ached due to the fight. I couldn’t walk because of the fight; I should feel lucky to be alert now; but I knew the strength I had lost. Tilting my head over to the brunette; I wore a sympathetic smile. “ I’m sorry that things are rough right now, our classmates will eventually get over themselves.” Or so I hoped; for our futures before we graduated, but as we spoke about the anniversary party, of her parents and the judgements of her dad; due to who I spent time with. 

I’m sorry but he’s an adult how can you let a past history affect giving an innocent person who clearly cares for his daughter a chance? A part of me was annoyed but for Sam I would be polite, I’d play nice in order to ensure I got along with her dad. Offering a genuine smile now. “ I knew of the rivalry for a bit, Mr. Lawrence told me. I just thought it was water under the bridge or he was trying to talk me out of liking you. I hope they can find a way to push it over; because I have the feeling we’d have to work together than apart..” Moving forward; if the rumors of Cobra Kai were now brewing were true. But I couldn’t think about Karate not yet. “ I hope I can impress him.” For Sam; I wanted her parents to like me, but that was an obstacle we’d reach when the night arrived.

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And If I asked you nicely not to press you mom for information, would you listen to me? {I tilted my head slightly to the side so I could see him better; all the while a soft smile traced the corners of my lips} I'll even say please, if that helps to convince you. {I added playfully; even going as far as teasingly batting my lashes in his direction, since I know that sort of trick works on some guys. At least that's what Jasmine and Moon told me. Given their endless list of male suitors, I figured they might know a thing or two about what does and doesn't work on guys} And yeah, I pretty much do. I blame it on the Miyagi-do training instilled in my mind. You know the part of always having a plan to counter the previous plan, in case the previous plan doesn't go like I hoped. {I said through a soft laugh. Figuring that was a pretty wordy explanation to simply say, I always have a back up idea in mind, in case the original idea doesn't go like I planned} Either way, if she says no, it's okay. I can always schedule that particular date for another day and time. That's not a huge problem. Besides, I think once your mom joins us for my parents' anniversary party, and she sees you're in more than capable hands with me, and I won't let anything happen to you, she'll agree to me taking you on this date. And like I said, if she doesn't, I have plenty of other date ideas of my sleeve, so I'm convinced there's a few ideas on there that she'd definitely agree to. {I said optimistically. I knew my big surprise might take /a lot/ of convincing, but at the same point, I knew there was a chance. Bottom line though, whatever Miguel's mom decides is best for him, then I will agree with her, because at the end of the day, we both just wanted to protect him} As long as we're together, I'll be content with whatever we do. {I eventually said as the smile remained contentedly fixed on my lips}

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School; Miguel generally did care about how school was. I knew if I was placed in the position to step foot back in those halls, the stairs where I fell I couldn’t imagine it. I could only imagine how Sam must feel. And yes Tory did get suspended she wasn’t allow on school property but the memory of that day stays with you. Miguel tried to stay level headed when it came to those involved. I felt awful that Sam was involved, I felt awful that my actions angered Tory enough to threaten Sam and the lives at school. And Robby already resented me because of my close relationship with his dad. Did I hold myself at fault for the events that transpired that day? Yes; I couldn’t help but wonder if I had stopped Sam that night at the party from kissing me perhaps all of this pain could’ve been prevented. 

But I couldn’t change it, nor could Sam, and a sliver lining was; we came to our senses. We cared and loved each other. I wanted to be that shoulder for the brunette; I didn’t want her to feel as if she had to hide from me. But I also understood she didn’t want to discuss school the fear we both may feel when the times comes for me to be released from the hospital and told it was okay to return. “ Look at us outcast landing the girl huh.” I aired out in a teasing tone in order to keep the air light between us. But hey a year ago I couldn’t imagine Sam speaking two words to me, and Demetri definitely pined for Yas and here I’m hearing they make out now. Us dorks outcasts were on a role it seemed. A soft laugh left my lips it was the one part of my body that didn’t sting as of late. My legs no change; I couldn’t walk and I did feel nervous about this party with her parents; but if her parents were willing to let me date their daughter I had to throw curtain to the wind for Samantha and her family. 

My arm tighten around her tiny frame now; as I leaned down to bury my head into her brunette locks, and I took in her familiar scent. “ If your dad and play nice with Johnny for one night I think we should be giving him more credit. I doubt he hates me as much as him. As for your mom thank her for wanting to personally invite us, I promise we’ll be there.” Assuming I was released which felt like a huge if at this rate.

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And If I asked you nicely not to press you mom for information, would you listen to me? {I tilted my head slightly to the side so I could see him better; all the while a soft smile traced the corners of my lips} I'll even say please, if that helps to convince you. {I added playfully; even going as far as teasingly batting my lashes in his direction, since I know that sort of trick works on some guys. At least that's what Jasmine and Moon told me. Given their endless list of male suitors, I figured they might know a thing or two about what does and doesn't work on guys} And yeah, I pretty much do. I blame it on the Miyagi-do training instilled in my mind. You know the part of always having a plan to counter the previous plan, in case the previous plan doesn't go like I hoped. {I said through a soft laugh. Figuring that was a pretty wordy explanation to simply say, I always have a back up idea in mind, in case the original idea doesn't go like I planned} Either way, if she says no, it's okay. I can always schedule that particular date for another day and time. That's not a huge problem. Besides, I think once your mom joins us for my parents' anniversary party, and she sees you're in more than capable hands with me, and I won't let anything happen to you, she'll agree to me taking you on this date. And like I said, if she doesn't, I have plenty of other date ideas of my sleeve, so I'm convinced there's a few ideas on there that she'd definitely agree to. {I said optimistically. I knew my big surprise might take /a lot/ of convincing, but at the same point, I knew there was a chance. Bottom line though, whatever Miguel's mom decides is best for him, then I will agree with her, because at the end of the day, we both just wanted to protect him} As long as we're together, I'll be content with whatever we do. {I eventually said as the smile remained contentedly fixed on my lips}

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Miguel was hurting, not just his body, or the lack of his nerves he could remotely feel. But knowing he may never get the chance to stand on a karate mat again. Or the thought of throwing a kick or a punch. Karate had become who he was; and yes his mother had reservations when it came to him wanting to fight again, her biggest fear occurred and that was him falling and nearly breaking his whole body. It was a miracle that Miguel was alert and breathing and on the full road to recovery. But at the same time he craved the action; he was angry at himself for letting Robby get the upper hand on him. Letting the idiot he was jealous of, get the last kick. And yeah my spine was roughly broken at this point, I wanted the chance to recover, to stand again. 

But those thoughts had to be brushed to the back burner, instead I focused my attention on Sam, who was all smiley and bubbly, as she retold the events of school, the new security in place to ensure the safety of students, and tales of Cobra Kai the fierce competitors, and in my book the handfuls, And I wished I was there to see it, but I also knew Sam didn’t want to dim any light that was left inside of me. I appreciated her; I cared how she was feeling, and in this moment I just wanted to hold her, As my hand ran soothing circles along her arm. School was overrated for now, and I trusted this process. “ I probably won’t believe it until he is gushing it to me because we all know he’s proud of himself.” I aired out when it came to our friends, and as conversation drifted over to her mother; I had to let a hearted laugh escape my lips. Her mother was fearful; I saw it first hand, and I had echo out the words. “ I’ll be telling my mom, she will appreciate the effort your mother is putting into having us there, Thank you.’ I whispered the words as my face grew to be inches from her own. ‘ I missed you too.” I missed Sam, getting to hold her; to see her smile and knowing I was the reason she was happy. 

We’ve been through hell; and high waters; and now we wanted to sort through the waters together. 

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And If I asked you nicely not to press you mom for information, would you listen to me? {I tilted my head slightly to the side so I could see him better; all the while a soft smile traced the corners of my lips} I'll even say please, if that helps to convince you. {I added playfully; even going as far as teasingly batting my lashes in his direction, since I know that sort of trick works on some guys. At least that's what Jasmine and Moon told me. Given their endless list of male suitors, I figured they might know a thing or two about what does and doesn't work on guys} And yeah, I pretty much do. I blame it on the Miyagi-do training instilled in my mind. You know the part of always having a plan to counter the previous plan, in case the previous plan doesn't go like I hoped. {I said through a soft laugh. Figuring that was a pretty wordy explanation to simply say, I always have a back up idea in mind, in case the original idea doesn't go like I planned} Either way, if she says no, it's okay. I can always schedule that particular date for another day and time. That's not a huge problem. Besides, I think once your mom joins us for my parents' anniversary party, and she sees you're in more than capable hands with me, and I won't let anything happen to you, she'll agree to me taking you on this date. And like I said, if she doesn't, I have plenty of other date ideas of my sleeve, so I'm convinced there's a few ideas on there that she'd definitely agree to. {I said optimistically. I knew my big surprise might take /a lot/ of convincing, but at the same point, I knew there was a chance. Bottom line though, whatever Miguel's mom decides is best for him, then I will agree with her, because at the end of the day, we both just wanted to protect him} As long as we're together, I'll be content with whatever we do. {I eventually said as the smile remained contentedly fixed on my lips}

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Debating in his mind the right time. When the timing would feel right? Miguel didn’t want to taint the mood, the upbeat excitement Sam was in. Yes School was boring; nothing interesting ever occurred. But the anniversary party; she appeared excited and happy. I didn’t want to upset her. And obviously I was putting Samantha’s own feelings before my own. My world had been rocked. I was told I may never walk again, I had to reposition my future; the fighting, karate that felt like everything to me. A world crumbling around me. 

I wore a smile, I wasn’t ready to say the words. Instead I figured I’d have time between the silence after the party talk died down, and I’d find a moment to mention wheelchairs, the length of time. Sam knew me, she could pick up on the mood. The distant feeling I felt. I refused to let the paralizion control me. Instead I wore that upbeat smile of mine. Noting the information regarding our friends. I had to find amusement; Yas was way out of Demtei’s league, she was like the ice queen at times. And if he was able to tame the queen I had to give him props. “ He probably got her wired down, he’s been eyeing her for a hell of a long time.” I added with a hint of amusement in my tone. 

It was nice; to distract my mind. To focus on the good, on the happy, brushing my results to the back of my mind. Miguel let his fingers skim over her soften touch, her own hand, wanting to keep the contact between us. Listening to the brunette speak, I knew my mom needed this excitement, a reason to smile, and Amanda her mother seemed nice, she alo had that tough side to her. Meaning she wasn’t afraid to put her foot down, a low chuckle was heard from him. “ Now that’s the kind of threat my mother would appreciate. I’m sure your dad won’t want to miss his own party, My mom needs this, she’s excited. She said your mom was very nice, I agree.” A party; a reason to smile, and with Sam we’d always enjoy ourselves. 

Laying his head back he was content; in a few short hours he’d leave, and fall into new shoes, of a new routine wheelchair and all.

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And If I asked you nicely not to press you mom for information, would you listen to me? {I tilted my head slightly to the side so I could see him better; all the while a soft smile traced the corners of my lips} I'll even say please, if that helps to convince you. {I added playfully; even going as far as teasingly batting my lashes in his direction, since I know that sort of trick works on some guys. At least that's what Jasmine and Moon told me. Given their endless list of male suitors, I figured they might know a thing or two about what does and doesn't work on guys} And yeah, I pretty much do. I blame it on the Miyagi-do training instilled in my mind. You know the part of always having a plan to counter the previous plan, in case the previous plan doesn't go like I hoped. {I said through a soft laugh. Figuring that was a pretty wordy explanation to simply say, I always have a back up idea in mind, in case the original idea doesn't go like I planned} Either way, if she says no, it's okay. I can always schedule that particular date for another day and time. That's not a huge problem. Besides, I think once your mom joins us for my parents' anniversary party, and she sees you're in more than capable hands with me, and I won't let anything happen to you, she'll agree to me taking you on this date. And like I said, if she doesn't, I have plenty of other date ideas of my sleeve, so I'm convinced there's a few ideas on there that she'd definitely agree to. {I said optimistically. I knew my big surprise might take /a lot/ of convincing, but at the same point, I knew there was a chance. Bottom line though, whatever Miguel's mom decides is best for him, then I will agree with her, because at the end of the day, we both just wanted to protect him} As long as we're together, I'll be content with whatever we do. {I eventually said as the smile remained contentedly fixed on my lips}

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Miguel never wanted to be a debbie downer, he didn’t want to feel like he was pulling Sam down. Or in a better sense of the word holding her back. But his accident it forced himself, his body to pause. Miguel couldn’t do high kicks, he couldn’t spin, he couldn’t throw a punch without knocking himself down. He wasn’t in the mood to feel like he was holding the weight of the world on his shoulders. Obviously in his head he was expecting a miracle, a few days of rest, a few days of healing and magically the nerves in his body would be able to function again. Was the results what he wanted? No absolutely not but he was feeling low, he saw the tears in his mother’s eyes, and he felt that jumble of nerves, he felt the fear that he may never step onto the karate mat again. 

He was worried about himself; but he also didn’t want to be selfish not with Sam. We’ve gone through the hurt; we’ve abandoned each other before, we’ve let the other down with assumptions, with believing we weren’t good enough. And when I saw her; I felt those butterflies as if it was the first time. I saw those hopeful expression, those beautiful light specs that made me smile. A little hesitant at first; more so because I was carrying the results in my mind. Results I didn’t want to share; but I felt the responsibility to do so. Samantha cared enough to be with me, to give me that second chance, I owned her the care; the truth. But I had purposely brushed those thoughts off my mind before I listened to her speak, about school, the uneventful classes, the gossip definitely was spilling through the halls. But the awful school lunches definitely was a plus, of hearing, I had felt my lips turn to crack a smile, Sam never did hold back. “ Something tells me I’m safer here with the hospital food..” I echoed with a hint of a teasing into my voice. 

A real smile, one I can say was present because of the company. It was dier, it was depressing to believe I may never walk again, but hearing the excitement in her voice, that beaming grin of hers; I felt guilty for being so gloomy, Of course I had justified myself; I was told my nerves were frozen, that my limbs didn’t move react to any touch from the waist down, I was paralyzed, but I wanted to put in the effort the same sense of excitement at the idea of our parents being in the same room together, to smile, to find a sense of joy in the depressive mood. And So I reached forward letting my hand rest above her own smaller palm. “ Looks like I wasn’t the only one who improved their game..” I echoed at the idea of our friends; together and in one piece? I never thought i’d see the day Demeti landed the girl; and when I say game I meant goofy puns, and the dorky nature of us benign decent guys to be seen. And now he turned the conversation back to our parents. “ I’m excited for us all to be in the same room, I think my mom could use this joy, it’s been a rough few days.” 

I added knowing I’d have to give Sam more; and I swallowed the lump in my throat as I debated how to say it? How do you break the news you’re paralyzed and the time limit felt like infinity?

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And If I asked you nicely not to press you mom for information, would you listen to me? {I tilted my head slightly to the side so I could see him better; all the while a soft smile traced the corners of my lips} I'll even say please, if that helps to convince you. {I added playfully; even going as far as teasingly batting my lashes in his direction, since I know that sort of trick works on some guys. At least that's what Jasmine and Moon told me. Given their endless list of male suitors, I figured they might know a thing or two about what does and doesn't work on guys} And yeah, I pretty much do. I blame it on the Miyagi-do training instilled in my mind. You know the part of always having a plan to counter the previous plan, in case the previous plan doesn't go like I hoped. {I said through a soft laugh. Figuring that was a pretty wordy explanation to simply say, I always have a back up idea in mind, in case the original idea doesn't go like I planned} Either way, if she says no, it's okay. I can always schedule that particular date for another day and time. That's not a huge problem. Besides, I think once your mom joins us for my parents' anniversary party, and she sees you're in more than capable hands with me, and I won't let anything happen to you, she'll agree to me taking you on this date. And like I said, if she doesn't, I have plenty of other date ideas of my sleeve, so I'm convinced there's a few ideas on there that she'd definitely agree to. {I said optimistically. I knew my big surprise might take /a lot/ of convincing, but at the same point, I knew there was a chance. Bottom line though, whatever Miguel's mom decides is best for him, then I will agree with her, because at the end of the day, we both just wanted to protect him} As long as we're together, I'll be content with whatever we do. {I eventually said as the smile remained contentedly fixed on my lips}

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A dream of karate shattered. The hops of stepping onto the mat again. Of jumping right back into training like Johnny promised he’d wait for me for. Not that he’d stop the dojo all together because he would never expect that from Johnny. Or anyone to place their days on hold, holding breaths for his recovery process. It was impossible. But now the dust had settled the prognosis was determined. He was paralyzed; not that Miguel hadn’t suspected it with the lack of movement, the lack of feeling on his legs. He felt his hands; the pain but from the waist down; he felt numb nothing. But his dreams were gone; and he was forced to decide who he was without the fight; without learning the skill. It was sad; a wave of sadness hit his frame. 

He’d been strong during the conversation, he nodded and offered a hint of a smile knowing everyone expected Miguel to scream. Expected him to react to his love for karate being taken from him. But his heart didn’t break for himself; it broke for his mother. Who had tear stained eyes; she sobbed worried about him, and his own health. He had put his mother through the ringer; of fear that he’d never wake up again, the fear that he wasn’t going to be okay. He knew his mother and she was terrified for him. But at the same time she was probably relieved to know he wasn’t going to fight again. To know Miguel wouldn’t be fighting wars; over the movement of control. And for a moment Miguel let the thought of giving in; to forgetting the rush the love he had each time he stepped onto a mat. 

The shock wore off. Hours of spirling thoughts; of swirling of what now? The aimless television playing in the background; his chair was by the door sitting against the wall. His mother wanting all the information about what she can do to help, to help his therapy methods, she was about to be overbearing, protective mama bear; and it was sweet. A sitting duck now on the bed, as he was preparing to leave; to be released from the hospital; he was upset although he hit it well. He played the show of his life now when he heard her voice. Samantha; a light in the dark. Instantly he forced a smile; as bright as he was humanly capable of now given the news. He reached forward lacing his hand through her own; a palm meeting her own. 

“ I can say the same to you, I was starting to wonder if the school swallowed you up..” He added in a teasing joking manner wanting to keep the mood light. Obviously; he’d let Sam in on the prognosis but not here within these walls; he wanted to see her smile; to hear about her day. And he knew Sam she’s be all sympathetic towards him; and Miguel didn’t want the sad eyes; he didn’t want the fussing over. He was okay; he was heathy with a hiccup down the road; but he wasn’t saying goodbye to karate; over his dead body. Even if Sam wanted to end her term in fighting; he couldn’t it was in his blood. “ I’m okay Sam, I’m able to say I woke up from the bad.” And this is what he didn’t want to talk about the pain; the feelings; he knew the brunette meant well but no he wasn’t going to be sad that was awful company. 

“ I’d rather talk about you, how was school?” Eyes peeked towards her as his hand held her own.

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And If I asked you nicely not to press you mom for information, would you listen to me? {I tilted my head slightly to the side so I could see him better; all the while a soft smile traced the corners of my lips} I'll even say please, if that helps to convince you. {I added playfully; even going as far as teasingly batting my lashes in his direction, since I know that sort of trick works on some guys. At least that's what Jasmine and Moon told me. Given their endless list of male suitors, I figured they might know a thing or two about what does and doesn't work on guys} And yeah, I pretty much do. I blame it on the Miyagi-do training instilled in my mind. You know the part of always having a plan to counter the previous plan, in case the previous plan doesn't go like I hoped. {I said through a soft laugh. Figuring that was a pretty wordy explanation to simply say, I always have a back up idea in mind, in case the original idea doesn't go like I planned} Either way, if she says no, it's okay. I can always schedule that particular date for another day and time. That's not a huge problem. Besides, I think once your mom joins us for my parents' anniversary party, and she sees you're in more than capable hands with me, and I won't let anything happen to you, she'll agree to me taking you on this date. And like I said, if she doesn't, I have plenty of other date ideas of my sleeve, so I'm convinced there's a few ideas on there that she'd definitely agree to. {I said optimistically. I knew my big surprise might take /a lot/ of convincing, but at the same point, I knew there was a chance. Bottom line though, whatever Miguel's mom decides is best for him, then I will agree with her, because at the end of the day, we both just wanted to protect him} As long as we're together, I'll be content with whatever we do. {I eventually said as the smile remained contentedly fixed on my lips}

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Sleep was heavenly. The tossing of heads every few hours is probably why I felt exhausted. It’s why I tried to numb out the pain I felt. My upper body I felt every bruise, I felt every pain that shifted through my skin when I attempted to sit up on my own. When I tried to move without the offered assistance. Not that I wasn’t grateful because I was. I knew the nurses on this wing found me insufferable due to the broody attitude I displayed; due to the outbursts each time one tried to help me out of the wheelchair. I appreciated the help, but I hated feeling like a lost cause. I felt weak and vulnerable and I hated how my injuries were tormenting my mother who wore a strong smile; she held my hand if I allowed it. 

I just hoped today was the day. Days if not the last few weeks since the accident I’ve been in and out of scans checking the internal damage, checking the broken bones; the nerves in my limbs. And yesterday I had tests done; I was trying to be positive that i’d be told when I woke up that today was release day. I was becoming annoyingly restless. As my mother could tell when my eyes slid open. Adjusting to the light in the room, the TV was on already with the news of the valley; from the request of my mother who was propped up on the visitors chair besides me. A soft smile ran over my lips before I could utter a word I heard her chipper voice ringing out. “ Sam stopped by earlier but she didn’t want to wake upi.” I knew Sam would; she was the positive impact on the accident; we were okay on solid ground again; tethered together as one. Glancing to the bag of donuts; my mouth watered at the thought. Using my hand reached for the bag where I placed it on my lap. Not before the cute note founds its spot on the blankets. Sam was special; she had that smile that made all the worries disappear. She cared; she didn’t care if I was in a wheelchair or not; she accepted me for me. Eyes scanned over the note; flutters in my chest as I said to myself. I’ll see her soon. And I knew Sam she’d keep her promise to stop by the busy hospital after school. 

We made mistakes with each other. We lost sight of the other; we let jealousy get in the way of our feelings. Pettiness, and this accident it was like a lighting compass that brought us back to each other. I dug my hand into the bag of donuts; such delicious goodness; I found the chocolate one; the glazed as I took a bite; I savored the taste it was sweet, it melted into your mouth. I had offered the powdered one to my mother who took a piece of it. 

Right when we were sharing a nice quiet morning of donuts the doctor had stepped inside; with that unreadable expression on his features. He closed the door; not a good sign; my good mood suddenly went numb as my eyes casted to my feet; the feet I couldn’t feel. “ Good morning.” We shared the polite nature of pleasantries, not that I cared. “ Your results came back. You’re getting strength back which is a good sign, but unfortunately your nerves in your legs you’re paralyzed from the waist down. We will recommend you can leave today; but you have to stay in a wheelchair weekly therapies, and if there’s any sign of pain immediate attention to the hospital okay.” My mother looked like she might cry; I reached for her hand; lacing my fingers through her own. Freedom; I could leave but at the cost of a wheelchair; hope to walk was drained from my body. Karate gone; what passions did I have left? I had a debate in my mind; what was I without Karate?

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And If I asked you nicely not to press you mom for information, would you listen to me? {I tilted my head slightly to the side so I could see him better; all the while a soft smile traced the corners of my lips} I'll even say please, if that helps to convince you. {I added playfully; even going as far as teasingly batting my lashes in his direction, since I know that sort of trick works on some guys. At least that's what Jasmine and Moon told me. Given their endless list of male suitors, I figured they might know a thing or two about what does and doesn't work on guys} And yeah, I pretty much do. I blame it on the Miyagi-do training instilled in my mind. You know the part of always having a plan to counter the previous plan, in case the previous plan doesn't go like I hoped. {I said through a soft laugh. Figuring that was a pretty wordy explanation to simply say, I always have a back up idea in mind, in case the original idea doesn't go like I planned} Either way, if she says no, it's okay. I can always schedule that particular date for another day and time. That's not a huge problem. Besides, I think once your mom joins us for my parents' anniversary party, and she sees you're in more than capable hands with me, and I won't let anything happen to you, she'll agree to me taking you on this date. And like I said, if she doesn't, I have plenty of other date ideas of my sleeve, so I'm convinced there's a few ideas on there that she'd definitely agree to. {I said optimistically. I knew my big surprise might take /a lot/ of convincing, but at the same point, I knew there was a chance. Bottom line though, whatever Miguel's mom decides is best for him, then I will agree with her, because at the end of the day, we both just wanted to protect him} As long as we're together, I'll be content with whatever we do. {I eventually said as the smile remained contentedly fixed on my lips}

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It was nice; to have a friendly face. To try to mend the fences Samantha and himself had both broken in their short lived time together. Miguel wasn’t putting blame on anyone but himself. What’s the saying you never know what you have until its gone. He understood now; he understood the second he messed up his relationship with Sam. He was insecure, he was jealous. Of a guy who now landed him in this very hospital bed. Miguel wasn’t clean; he made mistakes. He knew a long time ago he wasn’t over Sam; he knew the common sense thing to do was to let her go; or to do the decent thing and let Tory down easily. But he had pride; he didn’t know how to deal with conflicted feelings. His accident; he should’ve reasoned with Robby; he could’ve talked him down. 

And now he felt remorse, he felt anger. He felt a sense of joy knowing he wasn’t alone; that Sam was here supporting him. He had a reason to wake up again. Not that he was tired of fighting; but the point was; he had a reason to keep fighting. A lost of her presence filled him as he laid his head upon the softness of his pillow. His mother had entered right as his eyes closed. “ It looks like Sam cares about you.” I mumbled a hum in response knowing the exhaustion of the day of tests; of being glued to this bed was taking over. “ I told her on her way out; we’d go to her parents party, it’s the nice thing to do. Plus her mother is a delight.” A delight? I had arched an brow up in response as I flickered my eyes opened. “ When do you meet her mother?” Confusion laced my tone as I faced my mom. She laughed her laugh; to see her laugh again brought me feeling joy for her. “ She went out once, with her dad and Johnny..” The name went flat as I nodded I reached my arm out; my hand reaching her knee as a reassurance she didn’t need to say more. It was okay; to leave it there. Nodding she patted my hand before my arm fell to the side of the bed. 

Eyes blinked closed; I barely heard my phone ring to indicate a message. I let my worries; my fears loosen up. I felt relaxed as I fell into a deep sleep; probably due to those damn medications. Hours went back before I felt that ache in my stomach; my waist the pain when I tended to toss and turn. The inside of my limbs felt raw; tense as some may put it. I had edged my eyes opened; A soft simper ran along my lips. My mother was sleeping in the chair; her head leaned back against the back of the chair. Her mouth was slightly opened in contentment. I had reached for my phone where I noticed it was only 6am. I smiled reading Samantha’s message; of goodnight. I knew I could risk the chance of waking her; but I felt giddy reading; and I wanted her to know I was thinking of her. Fingers danced against the keys as a message was typed. 

[Text] Sam. 

“ I know it’s early and I’m sorry if I wake you, I hope you’re sleeping okay. Best of dreams of you.  Can’t wait to see you later, Love you.” I stuck an always at the end with a heart before I pressed send. Bringing my phone to my chest I let eyes flicker closed once more; break of dawn; no one wanted to be up, I hoped today was release day; prayed my scans came back okay; even if I was forced to a wheelchair; I was okay.

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And If I asked you nicely not to press you mom for information, would you listen to me? {I tilted my head slightly to the side so I could see him better; all the while a soft smile traced the corners of my lips} I'll even say please, if that helps to convince you. {I added playfully; even going as far as teasingly batting my lashes in his direction, since I know that sort of trick works on some guys. At least that's what Jasmine and Moon told me. Given their endless list of male suitors, I figured they might know a thing or two about what does and doesn't work on guys} And yeah, I pretty much do. I blame it on the Miyagi-do training instilled in my mind. You know the part of always having a plan to counter the previous plan, in case the previous plan doesn't go like I hoped. {I said through a soft laugh. Figuring that was a pretty wordy explanation to simply say, I always have a back up idea in mind, in case the original idea doesn't go like I planned} Either way, if she says no, it's okay. I can always schedule that particular date for another day and time. That's not a huge problem. Besides, I think once your mom joins us for my parents' anniversary party, and she sees you're in more than capable hands with me, and I won't let anything happen to you, she'll agree to me taking you on this date. And like I said, if she doesn't, I have plenty of other date ideas of my sleeve, so I'm convinced there's a few ideas on there that she'd definitely agree to. {I said optimistically. I knew my big surprise might take /a lot/ of convincing, but at the same point, I knew there was a chance. Bottom line though, whatever Miguel's mom decides is best for him, then I will agree with her, because at the end of the day, we both just wanted to protect him} As long as we're together, I'll be content with whatever we do. {I eventually said as the smile remained contentedly fixed on my lips}

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Miguel had no poker face; as much as he wanted to pretend he was okay. He was torn up inside. He was trapped to this very hospital room. He felt overwhelmed in a sense with the prying eyes. With the whispers of the on going nurses. Miguel was a polite boy by nature; his mother raised him right. But he was feeling down; he felt trapped. He felt out of control of his own future. Did he believe he’d be able to walk again? No not at this moment. But he also had faith in the PD he was being forced to partake in. Not that he wanted his awful attitude to affect how he felt about Samantha. 

Because he was more than happy to have her here; with him. But he also felt that dread in his body the second she was forced to leave. He was upset; but he was happy to have the brunette here. His mother had been kind despite the protective nature that was pulling at her. He knew his mother meant well; and as much as he felt that giddy indication about a date with Sam; he knew he wasn’t the same person he was. He couldn’t walk. He could barely move his limbs on his own. He didn’t want to tear her down. He didn’t want Sam to feel embarrassed to be seen with him. His recovery wasn’t squeaky clean; it’d take time and patience. He wasn’t naive; he knew he would need the help which is where his mother came into play. 

But he wore a smile; one that said he was excited to be seen with Sam; cheesy yes he nodded his head with a grin. “ I know I am a dork Sam. But after everything we’ve been through. I just want to be with you. I don’t care where.” And with how overprotective my mother was; lately she was acting in fear. I knew our options of dates were limited. But the anniversary party sounded great a new starting point for us. Wearing my lingered smile I met her eyes as I spoke. “ I sure hope so.” I tried to be as excited as I could feel. And right on the dot my mother had popped her head right inside my room. Of course the visiting hours were up. I let a exhaled sigh leave my lips. I would miss Sam, and her voice. But I had faith in us. I knew she’d be back tomorrow which is why I wore that lingering grin. A hand had reached for her palm as a lingering touch of mine. “ I’ll see you tomorrow.” A warm smile that was reserved straight for her. Sam was leaving; and all I could do was watch. My mom had been polite which I was grateful for. I felt cared for; I knew I was in the right hands. I watched in awe of the interaction between Sam and my mother; I mom had entered the room fully as Sam disappeared from sight. 

“ She’s nice.” I nodded as I felt the exhaustion roll over my frame as I let my eyes follow my mother to the comfort of the visitors chair. “ She’s a good person mom. She cares about me.” I expressed with an exasperated tone. She waved the invitation through the air. ‘ So I assume you want to go to that party for her parents.” I nodded almost eagerly; Did I like her parents? Not sure but Sam wanted me there; it was a stepping stone for us. “ Yes mom. Please.” She hummed as I turned my attention to the TV that was playing a repeat of some crime show; not that I cared enough to pay attention.

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And If I asked you nicely not to press you mom for information, would you listen to me? {I tilted my head slightly to the side so I could see him better; all the while a soft smile traced the corners of my lips} I'll even say please, if that helps to convince you. {I added playfully; even going as far as teasingly batting my lashes in his direction, since I know that sort of trick works on some guys. At least that's what Jasmine and Moon told me. Given their endless list of male suitors, I figured they might know a thing or two about what does and doesn't work on guys} And yeah, I pretty much do. I blame it on the Miyagi-do training instilled in my mind. You know the part of always having a plan to counter the previous plan, in case the previous plan doesn't go like I hoped. {I said through a soft laugh. Figuring that was a pretty wordy explanation to simply say, I always have a back up idea in mind, in case the original idea doesn't go like I planned} Either way, if she says no, it's okay. I can always schedule that particular date for another day and time. That's not a huge problem. Besides, I think once your mom joins us for my parents' anniversary party, and she sees you're in more than capable hands with me, and I won't let anything happen to you, she'll agree to me taking you on this date. And like I said, if she doesn't, I have plenty of other date ideas of my sleeve, so I'm convinced there's a few ideas on there that she'd definitely agree to. {I said optimistically. I knew my big surprise might take /a lot/ of convincing, but at the same point, I knew there was a chance. Bottom line though, whatever Miguel's mom decides is best for him, then I will agree with her, because at the end of the day, we both just wanted to protect him} As long as we're together, I'll be content with whatever we do. {I eventually said as the smile remained contentedly fixed on my lips}

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Miguel wasn’t good with surprises given his track record with disappointment. Plus at this moment in time, he needed reassurance, not a set up for disteaser. Not that Samantha would be setting up our dates to end badly, or to be done in a manner that I wouldn’t be pleased with. I just felt defeated with myself. I didn’t want to be a bad date, I didn’t want to disappoint her. Did I laugh much anymore? No. Did I smile? No because I was glued to a hospital bed. I had no reason to smile until today. Her visit; and the brunette stayed glued to my side. Which is probably why I said yes next; why I was willing to give into her batting of eyes; that made an innocent smile tug at the corners of my lips. 

“ Okay, I promise not to ask my mom questions..” A promise i intended on keeping; if that meant keeping the smile on her face. I didn’t want to hurt Sam, nor did I want to give her a reason to walk away. From the growth we were both providing today. It was out of my comfort zone to brace myself for the surprise, but for Sam I was willing to be up for whatever the female threw my way. Offering a friendly smile; I thought it was cute how she over explained herself. I understood what she meant; she was a planner; she had a back up plan for every situation, if it rained or shined she intended for a date to happen. It was sweet to see her effort; to see how much she wanted our dates to come to light, A low laugh was heard. 

“ No matter if the first plan falls through, we’ll always have a date i promise. I never care where we are, the only thing that matters is who we’re with.” Sappy crap; yes; Miguel was aware. He was a romantic at heart; especially for the right girl. A soft smile aimed over bare lips as he listened nodding along to each word. The conviction in her voice regarding my mother; and how she would naturally come around to trusting Sam with my care. Her parents anniversary party at the top of the list; the first outing for us as a couple again, also for me since my accident. I was holding slight anxiety because I was nervous. Her dad was never a huge fan of me; deeming me not worthy of his daughter. But I trusted the brunette; I trusted she wanted me as her date despite the fact dancing would be off the table for now. 

Eyes in awe as he placed a hand on her cheek pulling her glaze up to meet my own. Fingertips caressed her skin with such care. “ It’ll be perfect, my mom is playing hard ball, she’s protective. But she’ll see you only care about me and my recovery. She’ll come around, and maybe our parents will hit it up.” An optimism he wanted to add; plus add a drink or two with my mother; and surely she might blindly see eye to eye with Sam and the LaRusso’s. For a moment it was only us knowing the time may come when Sam is kicked out of my hospital room. 

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And If I asked you nicely not to press you mom for information, would you listen to me? {I tilted my head slightly to the side so I could see him better; all the while a soft smile traced the corners of my lips} I'll even say please, if that helps to convince you. {I added playfully; even going as far as teasingly batting my lashes in his direction, since I know that sort of trick works on some guys. At least that's what Jasmine and Moon told me. Given their endless list of male suitors, I figured they might know a thing or two about what does and doesn't work on guys} And yeah, I pretty much do. I blame it on the Miyagi-do training instilled in my mind. You know the part of always having a plan to counter the previous plan, in case the previous plan doesn't go like I hoped. {I said through a soft laugh. Figuring that was a pretty wordy explanation to simply say, I always have a back up idea in mind, in case the original idea doesn't go like I planned} Either way, if she says no, it's okay. I can always schedule that particular date for another day and time. That's not a huge problem. Besides, I think once your mom joins us for my parents' anniversary party, and she sees you're in more than capable hands with me, and I won't let anything happen to you, she'll agree to me taking you on this date. And like I said, if she doesn't, I have plenty of other date ideas of my sleeve, so I'm convinced there's a few ideas on there that she'd definitely agree to. {I said optimistically. I knew my big surprise might take /a lot/ of convincing, but at the same point, I knew there was a chance. Bottom line though, whatever Miguel's mom decides is best for him, then I will agree with her, because at the end of the day, we both just wanted to protect him} As long as we're together, I'll be content with whatever we do. {I eventually said as the smile remained contentedly fixed on my lips}