Physical Therapy

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Logan POV
Thank God Zayn was ok. But the nurse said he may never be able to walk again. What does that mean for him? Now there was not much I can do so I have to just support Zayn and be the strong one for him. I wake up the next day and get dressed as fast as I can so I can go visit Zayn. Today is the first day of physical therapy, and I have to be there for him. I drive to the hospital and go straight to his room. "Hey" I say "How are you?" "You saved my life" he says "Thank you thank you thank you. What if you weren't there? Then what?" I think about it, but it is too terrible to imagine. "I don't want to think about it Zayn. I don't want to think about losing you. Okay, let's get you down to the physical therapy room." I help him into a wheel chair and roll him down the hall and into the elevator. We silently go down, the levels flashing by. 5,4,3,2,1. "Okay Zayn, let's go to the appointment. I start to grab the handles of his wheelchair to help him out, but he stops me. " I may have to get used to this, so why not start now?" "Oh zayn..."

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