POV Drake.
Mason enters the room and closes the door behind him. I see him sigh and he turns to me, a smile on his face. I let out a sigh and look up at the ceiling. He's lying. Everything about him exudes stress, worry and, above all, he's a terrible liar. He's just pretending so as not to panic me. Except it's no use, I'm already panicking to death. The mere idea of not being able to walk is enough to send me into a tailspin. Not being able to walk would mean losing everything I've got. I've built my reputation on my strength and courage, and not being able to stand and watch all these people go about their lives as if nothing had happened, from a fucking wheelchair, is impossible for me, it would be far too hard. I watch him walk towards me, then he looks away again and turns to the window, to draw the curtains and let the light in.
"It's a nice day, why don't you ask a nurse to draw the curtains for you? "
"Do you think so? Personally, I can't say since I'm not allowed out, lock
