Chance sat in his hospital bed, and wondered something. Now that he had nearly died to save Violet, and was currently laying in a hospital bed to show for it, would Mr. Incredible be more accepting of him? He thought of all the time he had spent in his cars, which were both now destroyed, and wondered what would he do if the destruction of both cars had been all for not. His right hand had been broken, his left wrist fractured, and his left knee broken as well. The rest of the injuries included lacerations, torn ligaments, and even a snapped tendon or two.
When out of left field, a nurse came to the room.
"Chance," she said, "someone wants to see you. He claims to be your uncle." Chance hadn't seen his uncle in what seemed like forever, and he wanted badly to see him.
"Let him in," said Chance. The nurse nodded, and left. Soon, the man stood in the doorway.
"Chance," he said, "I'm proud of you. But next time you're planning to go around the world to save a family, it would be nice if you told me about it first." Chance chuckled at his uncle's joke.
"I missed you too," he said. Then Chance had a realization. "Uncle Avon, do you have your phone on you?"
"Yes," said Avon,
"Mind if I make a call?" Avon took the cell phone from his jean pocket.
"Who are you calling?" asked Avon,
"Owen," said Chance. The man dialed the number, and handed the phone to Chance. Owen was Chance's race Manager. Chance held the phone to his ear, and waited. Soon, the man picked up.
"Hello, Mr Carr." Said the man,
"That's Racer to you," said Chance,
"Chance!" Cried Owen, "where have you been? I've been trying to call you for a month now."
"Owen," said Chance, "I've been thinking, and I have decided. I want you to take my name from the roster." There was a pause, as if Owen was processing what Chance had just said.
"You're kidding, right?" he asked, "You used to LOVE racing."
"And I still do," said Chance, and paused for a bit, "But I have found someone I love even more."
"Oh no," said Owen, "please reconsider, don't let me lose the best racecar driver Avon Racing Academy has to offer."
"Owen," said Chance, "You need to settle down. There are other aspiring racers out there, so I'm sure one day, You'll find someone to take my place." It took some doing, but Chance was able to convince Owen to take his name from the roster.
"If you change your mind," said Owen, "Maybe I can pull some strings to bring you back."
"We'll cross that bridge," said Chance, "when we get to it. I have to go, bye." With a sad sigh, Owen hung up the phone.
"So she means that much to you, eh?" asked Avon,
"A whole lot more than you think," said Chance. Avon then took his leave, telling Chance to get better soon.
A few weeks later, the Parr family was standing outside the hospital. Chance was coming out today. He had reached a full recovery, and was now ready to go home. Chance was brought out in a wheelchair by a doctor in green scrubs.
"Where do you want me to drop you off?" he asked,
"Right here's fine." Said Chance. He stood from the chair as the doctor went back into the building.
He walked closer to the family. Violet ran to him and threw her arms around him. Chance put his around her. They stood like this, in a loving embrace. Normally, Mr. Parr would be angry to see this, but since Chance had risked his life-and nearly lost it-to save her, he figured he had no bad intentions for her, so he did nothing to separate them.
"I love you Chance," Violet whispered.
"I love you too, Violet," Chance whispered back.
And so ends Taking Chances. I hope you guys liked reading this, because I loved to write it.