The Yank

‘Twas not a fun time, there he was a young ErickDaniel repeating, “keep it pretty” in my head over and over as he felt himself begin to slump, falling to the seduction of comfort for conforming to the contortion of his back . . .

Only a couple more hours he thought to himself as He awaited his trusted ally Alex brodisious maxamilion. ErickDaniel was in his room working on his computer when Alex entered the room; a surprise to him for he had headphones and Alex had arrived earlier than anticipated. He was onverwelmed with two feelings, 1 was a joyous feeling of a returning friend and the other was the realization that the time has come. Something He had been looking forward to but at the same time dreading. It’s a similar feeling he has when he gets tattoos; They change you but they are part of who you are and your story. Breaking from his paralyzation he stands to rejoice with his brother in a bro-hug. Alex asks

“You want me to do you a yank?”

“Okay” thee ErickDaniel replied hesitantly

“Lay down this way for me with you head facing me” says Alex

Alex begins to wrap a pair of pajama pants around ErickDaniel’s head so that he could have a better hold on him to do the readjustment. “Okay, I’m just gunna lay down close my eyes and relax as he gets settled here; . . . . Okay, deep breath iiiiiiiinnnnnnnn & deep breath oooooouuuuuuu . .”

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ErickDaniels eyes dart open as the sound of his spine separating, cracking, popping, ressonates through his body and rings through his head. Eyes fixated on the ceiling as he felt years of he lay there motionless except for the contestant and continuous curling of his toes. Alex asks, “can you feel this?” As he tickles erickdaniels toes; ErickDaniel could only look at him to acknowledge the feeling. He was fighting his own battle of not letting his muscles cramp and catching his breath, the pain was not so much painful as it was intense. It was as if the disks in his spine where continuously expanding, forcing his vertebrae’s away from each other. Once he had gathered his breath enough to form a word the first thing he muttered was, “ouch” grateful and fighting pain; tears ran down his face while he waited for his body to tell him it was ready to move. It felt heavy, as if he were to want to do something it would not move. Almost like if the body he was in was not his, for he did not remember telling his toes toes move.