Choir and an Operation

All the kids in Key Club (a high school service club I belonged to) were in a choir class together and we were singing. Class ended and I went with a female friend across the hall to the girls' locker room, then through a door into the boys' locker room to talk to Greg. I was trying to show I liked him and at the same time get a feel for how he felt about me. We talked about nothing in particular until I had to leave because choir was going to be starting again soon. My friend and I pulled up our shirts to show our bras and left the room. When we got to the deserted girls' locker room we pulled our shirts back down to be modest. Apparently it wasn't immodest in the boys' locker room.

Then we went back to choir, where they were trying to take a group picture. Class ended again, I went to talk to Greg again, and then I went back to class, where they were still trying to get good pictures. Then class ended and I went to talk to Greg again, but he had hurt himself playing football. They were going to amputate his legs.

I followed some doctors to my house, where there were more doctors talking amongst themselves in the kitchen. I asked how Greg was doing and what his future would be like. One of the doctors showed me his own artificial legs and I thought how much more realistic prosthetic limbs are getting. Then another doctor led me to my parents' bedroom, where the surgery had taken place. Greg was lying on the bed. The doctor took away the legs which had been cut off about an inch below the knee. He (doctor) started worrying about something, then left.

I got up on the bed next to Greg and we made small talk. I left a couple times, but I came back each time and we kept talking.