Page 3 — The Recording That Turned The Tables
Dr. Chen pressed play.
And the backyard heard itself.
Tyler’s voice: “Stop faking for attention.”
The sound of my body hitting concrete.
People laughing.
The chant: “Stand up. Stand up.”
Dr. Chen let it run just long enough.
Then he stopped it.
“I recorded everything,” he said. “The assault. The verbal abuse. The crowd participation.”
My uncle Richard—still holding his phone up like a wannabe prosecutor—went pale.
Dr. Chen turned his head toward him.
“You’re not the only one gathering evidence today.”
Richard’s hand started shaking as he lowered his phone.
Tyler tried to backpedal. “I was just—everyone thought—”
Dr. Chen cut him off without raising his voice.
“You didn’t ask for records. You didn’t consult a physician. You chose the story that made you feel superior.”
Then he knelt beside me, professional now—gentle hands checking my knee, my ankle.
His face darkened.
“Possible ligament damage,” he said. “We need imaging.”
He stood up and addressed the crowd again.
“Someone get his wheelchair. Now.”
Read what happened next—because that wasn’t the end of the humiliation. That was the beginning of consequences 👇
