New Sister

The weeks after that became repetitive and boring. I had to go to therapy three times a week and the other days I’d be wiped out from the therapy. At the moment, I didn’t see other people than Harry and my therapists, and it got on my nerves. Not Harry, but the therapists, though he changed to. He didn’t smile as much anymore as he used and it bothered me. I didn’t know whether it was because he had to help me out with everything, and like me, he had hardly any social life or because the whole situation didn’t seem to improve.

We came home after dinner. We had gone out with the others and I had a really good time. It was quite late when we returned and in the car, I’d nearly fallen asleep. With little trouble, I managed to get in bed. I became pretty handy doing that, I thought sadly. I threw my clothes in the corner of the room and pulled my blanket around me. I’d nearly fallen asleep when I heard the door open and Harry tiptoed into our room. He slipped into bed and kissed my hair. “Good night.” He wrapped his arms around me and he falls asleep. I can’t. Despite the fact that I was extremely tired, it took forever to really fall asleep. It really sucked. When Harry’s grip around me loosened a little, I freed myself and rolled on my other side. My mind kept wondering in random directions until I couldn’t tell anymore whether I was asleep or not.

“Wake up,” Harry whispered. I smiled faintly. I still hadn’t found any sound better to wake up to than Harry’s voice. Yet, I refused to believe it was already morning again. “You don’t happen to have that snooze button, do you?” I asked. “Nope and still not planning on getting one. Come on, you don’t want to be late for therapy, do you?” I didn’t respond. The truth was, I didn’t care. I had the feeling there was 0% progress and it was frustrating like hell. I kept telling myself that results would come and that I had to be patient. The only problem was, I am not a patient person.

“You feel this?” “Sort of…” I laid on the table while doctor Moors was doing whatever it is physiologists do. “It is like you’re poking the sole of my shoe.” I rest my head on my arms and shut my eyes. I could fall asleep right now. When she was done, Harry put me in my chair again. “So Elizabeth, I have taken a look at the scans and I am happy to see that the fractures in your spine have healed. Everything is going well…” “So, how long before I am done with this mess?” “If you keep it up, between 10 and 15 months.” My eyes widened. I was already done with this after about three months, I was not going to survive this for another 15. “I know it sounds like a long time, but you were lucky. And I ask you to stick to your exercises, or this thing can last much longer.” I nodded. She got up. “When is your next therapy session?” “At two.” I growled internally. I was not in the mood. “Well, good luck and I’ll see you in two weeks.” I nodded.

“Can you take me home?” I asked Harry. “No.” “Please,” I pouted. “No, you heard what she said.” “You know how ridiculously discouraging that was?” Harry pulled me on his lap. “What are ten month?” “About three hundred days I could’ve spend doing something fun if I hadn’t been so freaking stupid to…” “You can’t change that. But what you can do, is change your clothes.” I sighed. “You’re not letting me sneak out today, are you?” “Nope, so deal with it.” “Don’t be mean, or I’ll call Mila and she’ll come and kick your ass.” “Okay, now I’m scared.” “You better be.” I couldn’t hold my laugh. Harry took me to the changing room. “But now, you’re going to change young lady.” Harry tried to be serious, but failed. Nonetheless, I did what he said, but because I had in the meanwhile come up with a new reason. I personally wanted to kick Tyson’s ass by proving he could not hurt me and well, the best way to do that was dumping this stupid chair.

Notes

So, I know I've been out for a while, mostly because I had zero inspiration and even less time to write in any form. Hope you enjoy and I'll try to start updating again.

Xxx.