Sorry, it's been a few months since I last updated this story.

FrankElza: Thank you for the review and for looking the chapter over. It is good that Brax came to Ricky's aid when she needed him.

Braxton54: Thank you for the review. I love their friendship as well.

Need You Now.

Ricky's POV.

Chapter 6.

It was the day I was secretly scared of, it was the day of my prosethic leg appointment. I didn't know what to except: I looked down and saw my stump, feeling the bile raise up in my throat, I swallowed it and heard a voice, I turned in the direction of the doorway, where the voice seemed to be coming from.

"Hey, "

"Oh, hey Brax. "

He sits down on the bed beside me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him, in confusion.

I thought you could do with a mate," He replies. "I'm not about to let you go through this on your own,"

"Thanks" I nodded.

Brax looked at his watch. "We better get going. "

"Yeah, " I replied.

Brax stands and puts the wheelchair close to the bed. "Come on, "

I stand up, hopping on my good leg and sat in the chair.

"Ready?" Brax asks, giving my shoulder a supportive squeeze.

"I guess" I replied, in a quiet voice as he wheels me out of the house, picking up my car keys, from the hallway.

Outside on the street, Brax unlocks the car doors, putting down the sliding board. I slide across it as Brax collapsed the chair and put it in the boot.

"Ready?" He asks, sat in the drivers seat, putting the keys in the engine.

We sat in silence when we arrived at the hospital, Brax booking me in.

"Erica Sharpe?"

"She' here" Brax says, standing up and pushing me in to the room.

" Today, I'm going to measure you for your temporary prosthetic leg. " Said Natasha, once I was sat on the bed.

My eyes went wide and I shot a panicked look at Brax.

"Ricky, it's OK, I'm not going anywhere." Brax said, rubbing my shoulder.

"I know" I told him.

Natasha bent down in front of me and bent my stump. "I'm going to wrap your stump in clingfilm and plaster it. "

I nodded as Natasha picked up the clingfilm on the tray beside her, bending my stump and began to plaster my stump, she picked up a special prosthetic sock and placed it over the stump. Natasha then marked the cast, then that was wrapped in a white bandage. Natasha took a plaster cast away in order to make the leg, while Brax and I waited in the reception area, I flicked through a magazine until we were called back through.

"Ready, Ricky?" Brax asked.

"I think so, " I whispered.

Natasha took the lid off the box she was holding and lifted my leg out.

"Oh my God," I gasped, my hand going to my mouth as I took in what Natasha was holding: A life like leg.

Natasha handed me a clothe, I looked at it confused.

"What your holding is called a liner. I want you to pull it inside out. " She says.

"Sure" I say, pulling it inside out.

Natasha smiles. "Good, I now want you to roll it on to your stump. "

I tried to roll it on, but it slipped out of my hands, I scowled in frustration.

"Let me help." smiled Brax.

"I want to try," I said again, this time managing to get it on.

Natasha picks my leg up out of the box. Bending down, she threaded the wire that would hold my leg in place through the hole and attached it to me, being careful of my stump.

"It may feel uncomfortable for a while, but you will get used to it," Natasha tells me.

I nodded as I kept staring at the leg, it felt strange having something there.

"How does it feel?" Natasha asked.

"It feels strange"

"Try and take it off,"

I sat on the bed and took the leg off, before putting it on.

"That's good. Now I want you to practise walking" she gestures to a set of parallel bars.

"OK" I say, heading over in the chair.

"Your skin will probably feel tall, but that's OK, I need to see how you cope when your standing on it. " Natasha explains, as I slowly stand. "I want you to walk to the end of the bar. "

I bite my lip.

"Come on Ricky" Brax encourages.

I take a step with my leg, feel myself wobble and grip hold of them.

Realising, I'm not going to take the steps I need to get used to my new leg, Brax positions himself at the end.

"What are you doing?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Think of me as your goal," he replies, his eyes focused on mine.

"You don't get it, " I sighed, frustrated, running my hand through my hair. "It's hard, "

"It's only hard, because your letting it be." Brax replies. "You need to have some faith in yourself, I know you can do it."

I re- took hold of the bars and put my foot in front of the other, until I reached the end.

"See?" Brax says. "You've done it. "

I nodded, wiping away a stray tear.

"Come here" Brax pulls me in to his arms. He uses his thumbs to wipe away my tears. "Well done."

"Thanks" I said as Natasha gives me instructions on how to look after the leg.

I walked slowly to the car, Brax unlocking the doors and driving home.

Back at home, Brax and I are in the dining room, he's disabling my bed ready to take it back upstairs. I stare at the picture of me holding my board, seeing that picture gives me strenght.

"Brax"

"Um?"

"I want to go in to the water."

Brax, stares at me. "What?" He asked, as if he hadn't heard me the first time.

I take a deep breath. "I want to go back in to the water."

"Ricky," Brax continues to stare at me. "I don't think that's a good idea."

I looked at him, saying with as much confidence as I could. "I want to go out again. "

Brax nods. "Alright, but I'm coming out with you,"

I nodded, but deep down, there was a knot in my stomach and I knew that came from fear, fear that it might happen again.

Brax nods, kisses my forehead. "I'll see you tomorrow, "

"OK. " I said, walking in to the hallway, carefully, as I unlock the door, watching him walk down the street.

I made myself a cup of chamomile tea and sat in the living room, picking up my phone and sending Brax a text, thanking him for today, he replies a few seconds later.

"No problem, Ricky"

I smiled, and headed up the stairs, pulling back the covers on my bed, before removing my leg. I put it down and turned out the light.