Post by Cory Steel on Oct 8, 2016 16:48:40 GMT -5
New York, Two weeks ago, Private Hospital.
"So you think he'll recover just fine?" it was Amanda asking all the questions today, she watched Cory through a two way mirror doing his physical therapy. The facility they picked for Cory's rehabilitation was expensive but so far the results from his surgery had been jaw dropping. Cory's attack had left him with two busted knees, a broken femur, and his left hand had been practically pulverized into dust.
"Miss McCoy I have to say I know he'll be fine," the doctor said with strong confidence flashing a pearly white smile, "Better than fine. The other participant's of our test haven't even touched the recovery level of Mr. Steel! I mean the man is a fighter, his injuries if treated with regular replacements would have left him in years of therapy and multiple surgeries to follow."
On the other side of the mirror Cory sat in a leg press as his physical therapists tacked on weight, "I'm Cory I'm putting the leg press at maximum weight, 1,000 pounds. Go when you're ready!"
Without a second thought Cory pushes with a small escaping grunt and with a little shake he pushes the weight not once, twice, but three times before stopping.
"Impressive! Impressive! How do you feel?"
Cory laughed pushing sweat matter hair from his face, "Better than I ever have man! I mean before I thought I was a savage but now I feel like a beast!"
The big man jumped up adjusting his eye patch. His eye sight was the only thing they couldn't save for him, but he was already deaf in one ear so one less eye wasn't a big problem. The Lord blessed him with two. He jogged around the room jumping every so often high enough to touch the support bars of the bulding, "I'm ready to get back in the ring and knock some teeth out!"
The doctor joined Amanda at the two way mirror, "When he gets back in that ring at his age with what injuries he substained, he'll be a next level opponent. I hope you're impressed Mrs. McCoy because we are."
Two weeks later...
Cory stood outside of his sister's apartment having finished packing for their trip home. Beside him was his new bodyguard Laronzo King smoking a cigar, "We got what you wanted and it's in South Carolina at the Compound," he reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of small paper, "And this."
Cory took the piece of paper and smiled, "Great! Get the wheelchair in the van and let's ride, we got Deadly Intentions to attend."
"So you think he'll recover just fine?" it was Amanda asking all the questions today, she watched Cory through a two way mirror doing his physical therapy. The facility they picked for Cory's rehabilitation was expensive but so far the results from his surgery had been jaw dropping. Cory's attack had left him with two busted knees, a broken femur, and his left hand had been practically pulverized into dust.
"Miss McCoy I have to say I know he'll be fine," the doctor said with strong confidence flashing a pearly white smile, "Better than fine. The other participant's of our test haven't even touched the recovery level of Mr. Steel! I mean the man is a fighter, his injuries if treated with regular replacements would have left him in years of therapy and multiple surgeries to follow."
On the other side of the mirror Cory sat in a leg press as his physical therapists tacked on weight, "I'm Cory I'm putting the leg press at maximum weight, 1,000 pounds. Go when you're ready!"
Without a second thought Cory pushes with a small escaping grunt and with a little shake he pushes the weight not once, twice, but three times before stopping.
"Impressive! Impressive! How do you feel?"
Cory laughed pushing sweat matter hair from his face, "Better than I ever have man! I mean before I thought I was a savage but now I feel like a beast!"
The big man jumped up adjusting his eye patch. His eye sight was the only thing they couldn't save for him, but he was already deaf in one ear so one less eye wasn't a big problem. The Lord blessed him with two. He jogged around the room jumping every so often high enough to touch the support bars of the bulding, "I'm ready to get back in the ring and knock some teeth out!"
The doctor joined Amanda at the two way mirror, "When he gets back in that ring at his age with what injuries he substained, he'll be a next level opponent. I hope you're impressed Mrs. McCoy because we are."
Two weeks later...
Cory stood outside of his sister's apartment having finished packing for their trip home. Beside him was his new bodyguard Laronzo King smoking a cigar, "We got what you wanted and it's in South Carolina at the Compound," he reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of small paper, "And this."
Cory took the piece of paper and smiled, "Great! Get the wheelchair in the van and let's ride, we got Deadly Intentions to attend."
