Gym Launch Novels & Stories

The rehab gym in the Blessed Luna Wing looked deceptively harmless. Sunlight filtered through tall, frosted windows. The equipment gleamed—parallel bars, treadmills, resistance bands, and balance boards. A low speaker in the corner murmured some neutral piano track meant to soothe. Aiden hated it on sight. “Up,” Lyra said. He glared at the parallel bars like they’d insulted his lineage. “I’ve been out of bed for two days,” he said. “Maybe we start with… I don’t know, sitting in a chair like an old man in a park?”