All Tashi wanted to do was scream — cry, throw things around, more than that, destroy everything that she could put her hands on. It wasn’t fair, no, it wasn’t fair that she had been the one to be injured so badly.

Not that she wanted this to happen to anyone, but why her?

It wasn’t anyone’s fault and she knew that, but no one could stop her from being mad at those around her, mad at herself, mad at the whole Earth for this.

What was she supposed to do now? When Tennis was all she had, all she knew, when tennis was everything to her. It felt like time had passed, but only for Tashi — people around weren’t cursed like she had been.

The convalescence was the worst thing of everything, she thought — all those eyes filled with pity and being babied. Tashi hated that, she really did; perhaps even more than learn how to move her knee again. How to walk and run, and play.

But behind all that rage, Tashi hid her gratefulness, showing it to only a few people. One of those people were you, the physiotherapist that had been working on her case and with her for months now.

You were probably the best thing that could happen in her life during this, helping more than you could ever know. It wasn’t just physically, no, and Tashi knew that.

And sometimes she hated you — like right now; her back against the cushioned table, you pushed her thigh up, to relax her muscles; making her injured knee bend slightly. A hiss escaped her lips as she looked at you.

“You know it still hurts when my knee bend this much? You put me through torture right now.” she said, eyebrows furrowed but you knew of the slight amused tone behind the expression.