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I smile at Noah and make my way into the restaurant. For a while, I couldn’t walk without a walker. It was the most debilitating time of my life and thank god my family have high tolerances because I was a raging bitch during my recovery. I hated having to rely on them for everything and being so handicapped, but it only made me more determined to get better. It wasn’t easy and it was painful as fuck, but I did it. Took some time before I could get used to walking, since I no longer have sensation on the balls of my feet, but around the edges of my feet, the skin is extremely sensitive. It’s a very confusing feeling, but one I’ve gotten used to, and since I have, I’ve been living my life the

I whispered. “Some sensation is still present,” the doctor confirmed, “but mobility is significantly impaired. It’s not paralysis, and it’s not permanent. With the right therapy, you’ll be able to regain use. But you’ll need to learn how to walk again. Physical rehab, daily sessions, patience.” I stared at Clinton. He blinked slowly, taking it in. His hand was still warm in mine, but it felt heavier. “That’s… manageable,” he said finally, surprising even me. “I’ve faced worse.”

“You don't have to pretend around me.” “I know- I just- don't want to talk about it.” he admitted starting towards the window. “Not yet.” he turned back to me and brought my knuckles to his lips. “Okay.” ………………………………………………… We were back in his apartment a couple of days later, Zach and Audrey drove us back that day and when they parked, I rushed to Percys side to help him out. “I'm not paralyzed Eden, I can walk.” he said calmly. “I'm just trying to help.” I huffed waiting for him to stand. The doctor said he would be able to walk and function properly but shouldn't put so much pressure on his self.

“Here. I heard this is the kind you use.” I tried to refuse, but he had already pressed it into my hand. We kept running into each other at the healer’s house over the next few days. He came to get his bandages changed. I came to have my knee checked. When the weather turned bad, he would walk me back home with a walking stick, limping the whole way. It was strange. This was someone who could corner an opponent so badly on the training ground that they had nowhere to go. But in private, he was as quiet as still water, and his voice was always soft.

Don't make me do this! Blinded by anger, I bit down on his shoulder with all the fury I could muster, as if I wanted to rip him apart. He grunted, not dodging, but pressing down harder, our struggle raw and fierce. It was a while before he let go. He licked the blood from my lips, his voice rough with emotion. "Fiona, leave her be. Think of your mom, still in that hospital bed back in the human world, will you?" I stared at him, disbelief etched on my face.

At last, he is also a human prone to doing mistakes, he might have realized them and changed his path. From medicines to taking care of my food and exercise he did everything to make me recover as soon as possible. Now I was gaining back my lost energy, muscles pained less and the head injury has also almost healed. The plaster has been removed and I am asked to do some basic leg folding exercise. I am not allowed to walk a lot but yeah few steps daily are a good start. "No, I can not attend the meeting. I am not going to arrive" Saying this he hanged the call.

“The damage was caused by the harmful drugs you were daily forced on you for years. Now that you’ve stopped taking them, your body is starting to recover. It could happen any day ... possibly even any moment.” A rush of fragile hope hit me. After so many years of feeling nothing in my legs, the idea that I might walk again felt almost unreal. “Oh my goddess...“ I felt tears sting my eyes, as I wipe away with the back of my hand. I couldn't believe it was happening. The doctor nodded politely at Aaron and left the room, closing the door softly behind her. The second we were alone, Aaron moved like he owned me. He walked straight to the bed and bent over me, placing both hands on either side o

Forgetting Hazel was the toughest task he'd ever had to do in his life. But after three months had passed, he was finally able to return to his hometown and a city that reminded him of that powerful woman, Hazel Hayes. He was declared cured by the doctor who treated him. His physiotherapist also stated that all of his nerves and bones were functioning properly after undergoing tireless hard training. In the last weeks before he was declared cured, his physiotherapist almost tied him in the hospital chair because his ambition was too intense to be able to walk again.

"Because the injury was left untreated for a year, the damage is severe. Even with acupuncture treatment, he'll need time to recover. "For the first seven days, he can only stand for short periods of no more than half an hour each time. After that, he can start trying to walk. Within a month, he should be back to normal." As Felix explained, Mateo and Lincoln clung to each other, sobbing with joy. The idea of walking again had seemed like an impossible dream until now. "Thank you, Dr. Zeller. Once I can move again, I'll kneel before you myself. For now, please allow my son to thank you on my behalf."

But the truth was simpler and harder to admit. I wanted Elena to feel comfortable with me. I wanted her to look at me the way she looked at Derek in those brief moments of ease. I wanted her so badly that I was scared of losing her the way I lost Diedre. ###FLASHBACK### Six years ago. My recovery was a very lengthy process. The doctors who said that they could not make me walk were replaced over and over again by grandpa. Thankfully, after a year of treatment and pushing myself, I strengthened my lower body, even if slightly. It wasn't enough for me to walk or stand, but it was significant progress. This improvement led me to finally return to Washington. Not just Washington, but also back t