DanteThe morning sun in Switzerland filtered through the blinds, casting faint shadows on the walls of my room. I could hear the soft rustle of the doctor’s steps as he approached, the sound of his pen against paper marking the minutes of the day.He checked my legs again. The usual procedure. Move them, bend them, stretch them. He seemed pleased with the progress. I could feel it too. There was a slight improvement in my strength. I could move a little better, though the weakness still lingered, a reminder of how fragile everything had become.“You’re doing well,” the doctor said, his tone almost cheery. “You’ll be back on your feet in no time.”I nodded but didn’t respond. I wasn’t sure I believed him. My body wasn’t the only thing that needed healing. There were things deeper than the physical that needed time to fix.He shifted his weight and glanced at the window. “Any thoughts on when you’ll return home?”I took a breath, adjusting myself on the bed. “Not yet.”“Not yet?” His e
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