Chapter 92: The Miracle

Kieran’s POV

It was two o'clock in the morning. The house was cold and dark. I needed a glass of water, so I grabbed my crutches and slowly moved down the hallway. Every step made my broken ankle throb under the plaster cast. I kept my breathing shallow because my cracked ribs hurt.

I reached the top of the grand staircase. I looked down into the kitchen. The light was on.

My mother was sitting alone at the dinner table. Her untouched plate of food was still sitting in front of her. She was just staring into space. She looked so completely lost in thought.

There was no noise in the house. My father obviously wasn't there because they were getting a divorce. The empty house made her look incredibly unhappy.

Seeing her like that made my decision for me. I did not want her to suffer In as much as much as I hated Richard I had to save this family name.

I turned around and went straight back to my bedroom. sitting on the edge of my bed. I reached out and picked up the clear glass vial from my bedside table. I popped the top open and took out the single pill. I swallowed it with a small sip of water. Then, I lay down on my pillow, closed my eyes till I fell asleep.

I woke up early the next morning. The sun was just starting to come through the window blinds.

Sitting up in bed. I stopped and held my breath. The agonising fire in my ribs was completely gone. breathed in deep. My chest did not hurt at all, carefully swung my legs over the side of the mattress,and pressed my left foot flat against the hardwood floor.

Nothing. I felt absolutely zero pain.

I pushed myself up and stood up completely on my left foot, balancing all my weight on my shattered ankle. It felt completely numb, like a block of heavy wood, but it worked. I could stand without any support. The drug was working perfectly.

Immediately the bedroom door clicked open. My mother walked inside holding a warm cup of coffee. She stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes went wide as she saw me standing on one foot near the bed. She quickly set the coffee cup down on the dresser.

"Kieran!" she said, her voice full of worry. She walked over and gently pushed my shoulders toward the bed. "What are you doing? Sit down right now. You are going to hurt yourself."

"Mom, look," I said. standing up straight again. "I feel much better today."

"No, Kieran," she said, shaking her head firmly. She grabbed my hand. "Healing is not by force. You cannot rush a shattered bone. You need to take it slow. You will heal at the right time, but right now, you need to rest."

"I want to go to school, Mom," I told her. "I need to go to Crestwood. I can't just sit in this room all day. It makes me think too much."

My mother refused immediately. "Absolutely not. You just recently left the hospital your leg is broken."

"Please, Mom," I begged, looking into her tired eyes. "Just let me go to class. It will make me feel normal again."

She looked at me for a long time. She saw how desperate I was to get out of the house. Finally, she let out a long sigh and nodded her head.

"Okay," she agreed. "But only if the family driver takes you directly to the school doors. And you must promise me you will use your crutches the entire day."

"I promise," I said.

An hour later, the black estate car dropped me off at Crestwood High. I held my metal crutches tightly under my arms and forced myself to hobble slowly through the front doors, making it look like I was struggling. I had to keep up appearances not letting anyone know about the drug.

The school hallway was packed with students. As soon as I entered, Milo and Landon, spotted me. They ran through the crowd with big smiles on their faces.

"Kieran!" Milo shouted, clapping me on the shoulder.

"Man, we were so worried about you! The qualifier match...."

"Look at you," Landon teased, pointing at my metal crutches. "The big captain is now a one-legged pirate. Do we need to carry your backpack for you, captain?"

I laughed along with them, playing the part. "Shut up, guys. I can still skate circles around both of you on one foot."

"Seriously though, how are you feeling?" Milo asked, his face becoming serious.

"I'm fine," I lied smoothly. "Just standard recovery. The doctors said it will take time."

We walked down the hall together toward our first class. That was when I saw Aveline. She was standing by her locker. She turned around and her eyes locked onto mine. A huge wave of relief washed over her face. She rushed over to me immediately.

"Kieran," she breathed, her voice low so nobody else could hear her real emotion. "I am so happy to see you. I was so terrified that night man."

"I am okay," I whispered back.

Milo and Landon walked ahead to get into the classroom, giving us a little space. Aveline looked at my crutches and then at my face. She wanted to talk about my father and the divorce, but the hallway was too loud.

"We need to talk privately," she whispered, looking around at the crowded hall. "Meet me in the old music room right after the last class ends. Nobody goes in there."

"Okay," I nodded. "I'll be there."

The rest of the school day felt like a blur. Sitting in the classrooms was difficult because the numbness in my leg felt strange. It felt completely dead, like it belonged to someone else. But I didn't feel a single flash of pain.

When the final bell rang, the hallways cleared out quickly. I waited until most of the students left the building. Then, I walked down the quiet, empty corridor toward the old music room at the back of the school.

I reached the wooden door. I didn't want to carry the heavy metal crutches anymore. I thought I was completely alone in this part of the building. Setting my crutches down quietly against the wall outside the door. I stood flat on both of my feet and walked into the room normally, putting my full weight down on my shattered ankle.

At the same time, Aveline walked into the room seeing my crutches resting against the outside wall. Her heart leapt into her throat. I was walking across the floor perfectly on two legs, completely balanced. My left ankle was heavily bandaged, but I was not flinching. I was not limping.

Her face was completely pale. The colour had drained from her cheeks, and her eyes were wide with total shock.

She stared down at my feet, then looked up into my eyes.

"Kieran..." Her voice shook violently. "How did this happen?"