Stories of Love In The Air

(PR) Crashed and Healed (Epilogue PT 2) (End)

Phayu's pov:

I watched him silently as he slept later that night.

He had managed to eat a few bites before I gave him his medicine and he was out like a light.

Thankfully, the pain doesn't seem to be bad enough to keep him from falling asleep.

It's been a little over a year since that incident which changed our lives.

It still feels as if it was just yesterday.

I still get nightmares about that day every now and then. They were really frequent at first and I woke him up in the middle of the nights a lot of times as well.

In the nightmares, he would bleed to death and I wouldn't be able to do anything to save him. Sometimes I would be able to see as the car crash happened even. And his screams would echo in my ears.

But little by little, as he got better and we spent more time together, the fear started settling. And the nightmares went away.

I move closer and wrapped an arm around him gently.

We have bad days.

In the beginning, there was a lot of arguments and heated conversations around how he would need to adjust his daily routines.

He was stubborn and didn't want to admit that he needs help in some activities now.

There were many times when we snapped at each other and said things we didn't mean. But eventually, we talked through everything and made up.

We all started going to therapy as well.

Sky, Rain, and I.

Me, for my nightmares. Rain for help with adjusting to his new way of life and the things that come with it. And Sky for his guilt surrounding the incident and Rain's condition.

I can't say we're all better now. But we're getting there with baby steps.

Now, we've settled into a routine based around his needs.

There are still bad days. Sometimes he still becomes stubborn and refuses help. But they're not as frequent as before. And not as bad as before either.

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When I came out of the bathroom after showering the next morning, he was sitting up at the edge of the bed glaring at the floor

"Wheelchair or cane?" I asked knowingly.

"Cane. I can stand." He replied.

I didn't miss the sharp tone of his voice.

I went upto him and knelt Infront of him before tilting his head to look at me.

I could clearly see the frustration and anger in his eyes.

"We talked about this, Rain. If it's a bad day, you don't force yourself to walk when you can't." I spoke firmly.

I didn't move as tears started gathering in his eyes.

"I hate days like this..."

"I know, sweet boy. I know it must be frustrating." I rubbed his cheek gently with my thumb. "But you can't force your body to stand and walk when it can't. You're just going to make it worse for yourself now and in the long run."

"I just feel so worthless like this..." He lowered his head and I could feel the wetness of his tears as they streamed down his face and dropped onto his lap.