I'm meeting my sports surgeon for the first time. He's got an ultra-modern clinic with his face sprawled everywhere, shiny white teeth, digital backdrops. He's the Jay Z of surgeons. We look at a music video of my knee, it dances along with synth music, rolls around, slows down to reveal multiple angles. We just have to take out the hardware and fuse these ligaments back together, he slaps his hands, presto! I make an appointment with a hologram nurse, then later take care of Beckett and her friend at a house on a beach in Costa Rica. Because I don't have an extra car seat, I miss my sister's wedding and my mom's birthday. My sister hugs me and says it will be alright, there's always next time.
