iv. YOU MAKE ME WANNA. February 17th, 1999. | Allen's POV. Philadelphia, PA.
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
I looked up at the television screen, seeing the broadcast for the upcoming All Star weekend that was happening over in Las Vegas. That's where I should've been. Not here in Philly, inside of a doctor's office with crutches and a damn boot on my leg!
" Okay Mr. Iverson...with the surgery being a success and going through swiftly, you should be able to start therapy as soon as week. Here's a paper with limitations for your therapist to know about..."
I took the papers from the doctors hand, trying my best to stay focus on what was being said to me instead of looking at the screen above me.
I was glad when the appointment was all over. I hated being in there, honestly. Hospitals, clinics...any place where there were hell of doctors. It spooked me out, but I pin all the blame on that due to my past.
I headed out to valet, stepping inside of the Escalade that I owned. I dialed up Niko's number, telling him to make sure they shout me out on the halftime show for the All Star game. Me not participating wasn't stopping him from seeing Destiny's Child perform. He claimed that was his only reason for going, but I knew it was more than that— the man was all business when it came down to it. And nobody, not even me and my poor condition, could stop him.
" Yoo big man, where are we headed?" I asked Carlos. He was my main chauffeur, and the one I was tightest with too.
" GO PRO Therapy. Kenny's request." the man said. I furrowed my eyebrows, thinking of any time Kenny and I ever spoke about a clinic. I hung up the phone with Niko, dialing his number— but of course, the man couldn't answer.
We reached the therapy center. Being that it was attached to the 76ers organization, it wasn't something I was super unfamiliar with. I just wasn't prepared for all of this today.
After a few minutes of getting out of the car, I stepped inside the place. I looked around for Lucky, assuming that was who was wanting to see me so soon. But there wasn't any sight of him. I did see Kenny though, from afar. He was chatting it up with a few other athletes that I seen around. They were definitely college football players, coming from Temple University.
"A.I. !!!! Just the man I've been wanting to see!!!!" Kenny exclaimed, greeting like usual. "You feeling good today?"
" Why am I here dude?"
" Oh come on man, that should be easy. Look at yourself!" Kenny said with an exaggerated tone. I could tell that he was trying to be all fun, but I wasn't in that mood right now. And he quickly notice that too, his expression slowly fading.
