Thirty Six

DEVAN

Broken legs weren't just it. Cold, limp, and useless; that was what my legs were. I wondered what Mum would say when she saw me without my legs now.

She had indeed warned me about embarking on the school trip, but I had remained adamant. Why though? I couldn't just place a finger on it.

I sat hopelessly on the bed with my legs touching the cold floor. I had been making attempts to walk for almost an hour, and it hadn't yielded any results, as each time I tried, I landed forcefully on my buttocks.

The doctor had said he wasn't so sure I was going to be able to walk after that fall, but I was determined to prove them all wrong. If for anything, I wanted to put Robb's taunts to an end.

He had not been the kindest with his words when he had seen me sprawled out on the bed, not being able to move my legs. He had raised them up, and inspected them, before shrugging his shoulders and heading outside mocking scornfully.

I had to try. I had to learn how to walk