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I'm a student manager on a college football team, and I was at practice last Friday, when one of my teammates (and a good friend) broke his leg on a practice play towards the end of practice. I felt devastated that this happened, and I saw him being carted off to the ambulance. At yesterday's practice, I found out which hospital he was at, and Ibought him a couple magazines and went to visit him. He looked to be in pretty bad shape. He had just come out of surgery (they had inserted a rod in his leg to set the bone), and he was medicated up pretty bad.
I got to his room, and I didn't know if he would remember me. It's good that he did, but he was barely responsive to me. His girlfriend was there, and I had to talk to her and mention my name just to make sure he acknowledged I was there. It's a good thing he did. After a few minutes, I said good bye, and he said thanks in a faint voice, and he took his hand out and I held it for a couple seconds. That moment felt really good. It felt good to comfort a friend in his time of need, but I felt so sorry for him that he had this happen to him. They said that his college football career might be over, and that it will take many months for him to fully recover. Which is sad, because I thought he was a really good player, and a good person, and didn't deserve for this to happen to him.
I know this might not seem like much to you, but I just gotta tell this to you, and bring my emotions out into the open. Maybe it's that I just feel so sorry for him, and that I'm feeling some grief myself.
He gets out of the hospital today. I hope he'll be able to play football again.
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