She was about to say it, “Go break a leg tiger,” because that what she normally said. But today the words got stuck in her throat.
The last time he had. Literally!
The sound of bone snapping continued to hound her nightmares. Silly things like the antiseptic smell of disinfectant still made her want to throw up.
Yet she knew, if he didn’t do it, he would never be whole again.
Physiotherapy may have restored his body, but only getting back on the bike could heal his soul.
“Go show ’em tiger. Make her fly.”