BloodRedRomeo
Supernova
- Joined
- Oct 11, 2017
Blake Woods was on his bed, reading a book. His junior year in college had just begun, allowing the young man to jump back into his studies with renewed vigor. And while he wouldn’t lie and say that he was wildly passionate about microbiology, he was passionate about what it would lead to. The young man was pre-med and was working hard to make that a reality.
The blonde young man was shirtless, finding it was still too warm to care about being fully dressed. His right leg was propped up on a pillow in an effort to make it as comfortable as possible, else it and the several scars tracing across it start to hurt.
Blake hadn’t always been aiming to be a doctor. In high school, he had been a star basketball player. The six foot six young man had even scored a scholarship to a great university to play. But during the first season there, he got hit by a reckless motorcyclist. His leg was crushed. The damage was extensive. While it was fine now, he still walked with a bit of a limp and couldn’t manage more than a jog without crippling pain, even years later.
He lost his scholarship pretty quickly. They’re not going to pay for an athlete who can’t play. He moved back home where he had the necessary follow up surgeries and the physical therapy. But through all that, he found admiration for the doctors who helped and cared for him. So in his time away from school, he studied. Now, after being set back some time, he was back in and acing his classes. Blake Woods wasn’t the type to half ass anything.
Honestly, he preferred being back home. The college wasn’t nearly as prestigious, but it was good. More importantly, it was close to family. He only had one sibling, an older sister, but he was very close with his cousins. It was nice to be back with them. They say everything happens for a reason, and he tended to agree. He just hope fate could be a little gentler in the future.
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