Headgear Braces Stories Novels & Stories

He was methodical, too slow, as he moved his scanner over my head one final time, humming to himself like he didn’t have anything better to do. Finally, he turned to face me, his expression unreadable. “You’ll heal fully,” he said, setting the scanner down. “You haven't lost any memory because your head injury isn’t as severe as it looked, and the brace is just a precaution. You’ll be fine soon.”

Brianna sat up on the bed as she saw us gathered in the room. With a weak smile on her face, she had tried to welcome us. Her leg was cast due to the injury from the accident, and so was her neck as she was wearing a cervical collar. I was yet to be told what accident it was, but it seemed to have been pretty bad as she had bruises in a few places.

"They told me I'm doing well, and we started a little at my last appointment. They took x-rays to see how the bone is healing, and if it's healed enough, I'll get a new cast, which is actually a brace, be able to bear weight and start doing some pool exercises which will help me build muscle up quicker and have much less impact. I'm doing good, sis." She pats me on the back before she leans over and kisses me on the cheek. "You are, and I'm more proud of you than I could ever let you know." My chest puffs out with that pride. There are few people in my life I worry about impressing and she's one of them. "That means a lot." We don't say anything else as we make our way into the jewelry store

Juda slowly and carefully nodded, and the stiff neck brace soon reminded him how weak and unpleasant everything still was. He looked down at the cast on his leg. It felt heavy and bad, and just looking at it made him sick with anger and remorse. "It's not shattered, right?" “Nah. Doc says it’s cracked but fixable. Might need surgery, though. You’ll have to ask the nurse for the full details.” Isaac paused, then added, “Rehab’s gonna suck.” Juda let out a dry laugh. “Lucky me.” “You actually are,” Isaac said, serious now. “Your helmet took a serious hit. You don’t remember, but it cracked almost halfway through. Doc said if it hadn’t held, you wouldn’t be making dumb jokes right now.”