Untamed (REWRITING)

84 (Bonus chapter)

"Take your time, no rush."

Heather shifted one leg in front of the other half listening to her physical therapist, her arms were on fire from holding most of her weight on the walker.

"You're doing great, keep going."

The praises pushed Heather but for some other reason it also irritated her to no end, her therapist was annoyingly chirpy, praising her with every step like she was a child.

"One more step." He urged her on.

"I'm fine-" Too little too late, Heather lost her grip on the walker and hit the floor before he could brace her fall.

"Stay still." He checked her head for bumps and then did a routine check on her body. "I'm sorry I didn't reach you before you fell, my mistake."

'One of many' Heather wanted to scream in his face but it wasn't his fault she fell; it was hers and he probably knew it too.

Bowing her head to hide her growing frustration and anger, Heather regulated her breathing with her eyes closed like she was meditating.

"Sorry to interrupt this peaceful view but Heather what the fuck does this mean?"

Heather growled, peeling her eyes open to see the phone Renee threw on her lap. "It's a mobile phone."

"Don't play smart with me, I'm talking about the text message you sent to me about flying Bran and Tracy in."

"Isn't it self explanatory enough?" Heather handed her back her phone. "Fly them in."

"To buy yourself time? Cut the fucking bullshit!" Renee's eyes were cool and hard. "If you want them here so bad, fly them in yourself. In the meantime I will be helping Shelby get back to her home and when that's done, I'll be off. You're unbearable to be around.".

"Ren all I need is a few more days and I'll go see her I promise, help me out here." Heather pleaded. "Don't let her leave."

"I gave you advice and also told you how she felt, it didn't change anything; you're still here hoping to what? Get a semblance of your life back?" Heather pocketed her phone. "Shelby wants to return home and frankly I think she should, you should lose her while you're here trying to make your legs work. I pray you do."

Heather watched Renee storm off battling a more ferocious storm in her mind.

"Want to try again?"

Heather nodded despite the nagging voice in her head telling her to listen to reason and do what was best in the situation.

"You're doing great."

Her therapist sing-song voice pinched her ears so she signalled she was done for the day and let him guide her onto her wheelchair.

"That's right, wouldn't want you to fall a second time." He smiled at her, Heather didn't smile back.

She'd had enough of human interaction and needed the silence and comfort of her room. Renee was going to make herself scarce which was exactly what she needed and her mother was probably hiding somewhere talking to her husband.

"Here you are."

Heather refocused, they were now in her room, she'd zoned out badly if she couldn't remember how they got there. "Thank you." She managed to say.

"Do you need help getting onto the bed?"

"No." Heather said sharply, then gentler. "No. Thank you."

"Alright, page a nurse if you're having difficulties and I'll see you tomorrow."