Zane,
what are you up to?
Man, I'm in trouble.
I got hurt while surfing
the other day.
Now I'm stuck doing physical therapy in bed.
Why am I always this unlucky?
Every time I'm having fun, something goes wrong.
When I went to the hospital,
the doctor looked super serious and said,
"This might need surgery."
I was totally stunned.
Does that mean I'll be
out of commission for good?
After thinking it over,
I decided to try conservative treatment first,
see how it goes.
Who knows, maybe it'll get better.
I mean, I'm still young.
There's so much I haven't done, so many places I haven't been.
But
if there's no improvement,
then I'll have to consider surgery.
My head's a mess right now.
The guesthouse,
the surf shop,
and that competition I've always wanted to enter,
everything's piling up at once.
I don't know what to do.
I was hoping we'd get a chance to go out and have fun together.
But
looks like that'll have to wait.
Still...
if I ever end up stuck in bed for real,
you better come keep me company!
I mean,
dropping by the hospital once in a while is the least you can do, right?
I've always had your back,
you're not heartless,
are you?
Eh, whatever.
I've got Ivy.
She'll take care of me for sure.
Alright, enough talking.
I'm tired.
Gonna nap now, bye.
Take care of yourself.