Connor put his shirt back on and sat in the blue doctor's chair. The doctor left the room, and Connor sat there nervously. Connor was waiting for the news - his shoulder had been bothering him and he had gone to the doctor to find out what was up. His mother looked at him sympathetically, "No matter what the results are Connor, were going to get through this and everything is going to be fine." Connor just smiled; he had had shoulder problems before and he feared this time it might be serious. They sat together is silence for what seemed like ages. Finally, the doctor returned and turned to Connor, "Well, to put in layman's terms, the muscle in your shoulder is over-worked and is experiencing decay. Now, this may seem drastic, but it can be stopped by resting it; this means no sports...I noticed you're a swimmer...this is probably one of the worst activities for someone with your condition. There is a surgery that we can perform, but I don't recommend it because it will greatly reduce your shoulder mobility. Thank you for coming in, and if you have any questions feel free to call."
Connor and his mother gathered their things and left. "Honey, it'll be fine." Connor looked at her,"Yeah, I guess...uuuh...It's just that with school and sports...I guess I'll miss them; 'cause I don't really want to get surgery so..."
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