Journal 5

I woke up in the infirmary the next morning, with a cast around my leg. It felt like I was laying there forever until someone came into the room. While I was lying there in the bed so many thoughts were going through my head. I started reflecting what went on the night before. I looked down at my cast and starting wondering how long it will take to get better. I haven’t gotten this injured before, it wasn’t like me to be clumsy and fall from the tree. Yet I did. I had this feeling, which I keep telling myself not to believe. Not to feel, but I couldn’t help but feel this way. In the midst of thinking about everything the doctor walked in. He explained to me that I had ‘shattered’ my leg. He said that it may take me a while to walk again! I couldn’t believe it; I might not be able to walk! I asked him about sports. He said that there is a strong possibility that I will never play a sport again. After our conversation I asked the doctor to get Gene for me. It only took a little while for Gene to show up at the infirmary. I told
Gene that, “I had a kind of feeling.” Gene then said, “Finny, I’ve got something to tell you. Your going to hate me…” Before he could tell me the doctor walk in. Within the next hour I was on my way back to Boston.

A month passed since the last time I had spoken to Gene. On his ride back to school from his month vacation he stopped by to say hello. From the moment I opened the door I knew something was bugging him. I was eager to find out. He told me that he was the cause of my accident. He said, “I jounced the limb. I caused it.” Deep down I knew it this was the feeling I felt the night after the accident. I just couldn’t believe myself that I could think such a thought. I would have never thought my own best friend would purposely do such a thing. But now Gene was confesses to it. Reality hit me and I ended up losing my cool. I yelled at Gene, my mom even said she heard me threaten him. I was in a mix of emotions. I felt betrayed.