After finishing his workout, Winston observed the polished floor, noticing it was coated in his sweat. Upon hearing footsteps from the hallway, he dashed to a closet across the room, picked up a mop, and wiped up the liquid. After returning the mop to the closet, he hurried back to bed and feigned sleep just as the silver doorknob turned and the door swung open. A young, beautiful nurse entered, mid-conversation with another nurse who was herself speaking with someone else in the corridor. She went to the clipboard by Winston's bed once she had gone through the pages. She walked over the side of his bed, nearly slipping, she looked at the floor and glanced at Winston. "Hey Nadia, are you okay? I heard a scream coming into this room?"
"Yeah, I am okay, I think this patient had an incident on the floor."
"Who was appointed with looking after him at night," said the nurse who was peeking over the door
Flipping through the clipboard, Nadia the nurse said, "Let me see, I think it was Rose,"
The nurse who was peeking over the door glanced at Winston, who was still pretending to sleep. At this moment, Winston felt embarrassed; he wanted to wake up and tell the nurse he would clean it up himself. The nurse who was peeking through the door said, "Oh, her," The peeking nurse, glancing left and right in the hallway, she hustled toward Nadia the nurse, "Apparently Rose is fucking the supervisor, and Doctor Lee,"
"No way, I have been suspecting her of being favored, and I heard from the nurses who are in the same shift as her. That she spends time with the supervisor,"
"If you walk down the hallway around on her shift, you will hear her moaning,"
One nurse, who was now mopping the floor, looked at Winston, who was now turning on his side, facing away from this nurse. He wished these nurses would now exit his room, as if he was being heard, a doctor came inside the room–the two nurses scurried and walked out of the room. Flipping through the clipboard, Winston turned and faced the doctor. The doctor silently shone a medical penlight into Winston's eyes while holding his head. He sighed and scribbled on his clipboard. "Good morning, Mr. Daley, how are you feeling today,"
"I'm good, Doctor. When am I being discharged?"
The doctor, accustomed to this reaction, observed Winston and nodded, knowing that all severely injured patients express the same sentiment after receiving painkillers. What was surprising was that he gave Winston painkillers yesterday, by now they should have worn off. When Winston came to the hospital, he had broken bones from his legs to his ribs. Honestly, it was surprising to see him wake up after being in a coma for two weeks. The core system stabilized Winston's eternals, meaning that if the doctor hadn't administered painkillers, Winston would have endured significant suffering. "That's good that you are feeling okay about discharging you, well, it will take some time. You broke bones from head to toe. Right now we have to do some X-ray scans. So it's hard to say when you will be discharged,"
Winston sat up straight and said, "But I feel fine, I think the painkillers you gave me yesterday helped me,"
Still scribbling on the clipboard, he double-tapped Winston, jaw dropped—he grabbed Winston's hand and examined them, fixing his glasses. After smiling at Winston, he left the room and walked straight to the X-ray scan room. Along the way, he was calling his colleagues. When he explained Winston's situation in the hallway, the doctors thought maybe he was joking. The all nighter he has been putting are now getting to him.
Once they entered the room, Winston was seated on his bed, his legs reaching the floor. Each person read the clipboard, smiled at Winston, and then passed it on. One sat on the bed beside Winston, he asked, "Are you sure the painkillers helped you,"
Winston observed the doctors, their faces displaying misconceptions. One even fixed his glasses, squinting through the lenses of his glasses, he glanced over at Winston and back at the clipboard. The nurse who was peeking over the door jolted the doctor, "The X-ray scan is now available in room 4A."
Two doctors jumped and scurried toward the door, they rushed over to the X-ray scan room. Winston watched these doctors walking out the room—Winston shifted his attention to the doctor who was still examining Winston. He heavily sighed and shook his head, he fixed his glasses and said, "I apologize for my colleagues, please dress up. I will wait for you in the hallway."
After done dressing up, he walked toward the door, walking alongside the doctor in the hallway. A lengthy walk brought the sight of the doctor took aback them huddled over three screens. They all looked at Winston after Winston was done doing his first round of scanning. Winston observed the doctors as they conferred and alternated their gazes between him and the screens.
What the doctors saw were scans of a somewhat healthy human with strong, healed bones. One doctor removed his glasses and slumped over his chair, and he couldn't explain what was going on. Yesterday Winston had broken limbs and ribs, but now he is all healed. "How is this possible, you sure you gave him painkillers?,"
"I am sure,"
After the doctors finished doing more X-rays on Winston, they asked the nurse to take him back to his room, Winston was now annoyed by the entire process. He wanted to be discharged, When Winston was performing his regiment, he was going through his plan of standing out this season. And there are few games to play in order for the entire season to conclude, he recalled that the club's medical personnel would return to check on him. For some physical therapy—Winston quickly went to his room, leaving the nurse behind while she paused to speak with another nurse.
Upon reaching the corner, he observed the club's medical team resting on chairs by his room. When they saw Winston striding toward them, their eyes bulging in disbelief, they all stood up. "Good morning," Winston said, rubbing the back of his head.
"Go get the coach," said one of the club medical personnel who was examining Winston's hands.
When the head coach arrived shortly after, the club medical staff were still examining Winston, completely astonished.
The head coach's eyes widened and said, "Winston, you—you can stand… and walk. Jesus Christ… wow."
The head coach approached Winston and the medical staff, placing his hands on Winston's shoulders and shaking him. The head coach was ecstatic, he looked at the medical staff and said, "What did the doctors say, is he ready to be discharged?"
"We are still waiting for the doctor, and we also need to do some physical therapy,"
As noon arrived, Winston received the news from the medic team—that he was clear for discharge. The news spurred Winston to concentrate fully on physical therapy, which took him two days. He was fortunate that his physical therapy training was successful; he packed his bags in a hurry.
On the drive to the hotel, Winston reviewed his plan and how to carry it out. His only opportunity to be scouted by top clubs was to perform exceptionally in the few remaining games.