Dylan
We sat in the parking lot of TSR for about five minutes and for some reason my stomach was churning like I was sick and going to throw up. I gathered myself and took in a deep breath, reaching into the center counsel of the truck to pull out a folder of paperwork that I was able to have my mom and dad get for me about Archer. They were his medical documents from his doctors and rehab specialist along with his most recent x-rays of his shoulder and his knee. I’m not a doctor by any means, but comparing our knee injuries, his doesn’t look as severe as mine and hopefully these two can help him with his rehab and get him back on track.
“Are you okay?” She asked me after placing her hand on my shoulder and rubbing it. The motion was soothing. She always knew when I needed her. She alwa
