Changing Past

Chapter 27: Rehab

"Okay, lift your leg up."

The low voice of my physical therapist rang in my ears as my entire lower back ached in pain. I lifted my leg slowly, but groaned in agony when it reached only a few inches off the ground.

My therapist, David, was 25 years old. He was built very well, and his facial features were subtle enough that you had to really look at him to notice how attractive he was. I trusted him, but I would rather Luke be my physical therapist, he is majoring in it. It's been about a month since the whole 'I shot a guy that kidnapped me because he claimed he was in love with me, but really he was in love with my 'boyfriends' ex-wife who is still in love with my 'boyfriend' that was in love with me who was also in love with someone else.'

I was currently sitting in a gym that was surprisingly really nice. All of the machines were made out of shiny metal. The air was cool, and smelled like Clorox and grass.

"Okay try one more time."

I shook my head no, and let out a shaky breath. David was kneeled in front of me while I was sitting in my wheel chair. His hands were on my knees, and ankle ready to pull up my leg.

"Come on Alexis you were doing just fine."

Tears slipped from my face.

"This is pointless! I'm never gonna get better and the only way I will is to be in pain, and right now that pain is not worth it!"

He pursed his lips, and let go of my leg. He sat next to me, and let me calm down.

"You wanna hear a story?"

He looked up at me curiously.

"What?"

I sniffed and my breath was still shaky, but I was calming down.

"Do you want to hear a story?"

"Sure."

I really didn't, but I would rather hear a story than lift up my leg again and be in more excruciating pain.

"There was this woman. Her name was Beth. She was about 50 years old. She lived in New York. Before I worked in LA I lived there, and she was one of my first patients.

She had multiple breaks and fractures in both of her legs. She also had to have a hip replacement. Everyday she would bring me cookies and green tea in baskets. She always had a smile on her face. When she came here she worked harder than anyone I've ever seen. She cried out in pain when I told her to do the exact same thing I'm telling you to do right now.

I would ask her if she wanted to stop, but she would always say no. Do you wanna know what her odds were of being able to stand up again?"

I nodded my head quickly.

"116 to 1."

I gasped quietly, and closed my eyes preparing to hear the rest of the story.

"She came in everyday and she would work and work. She wanted me to push her harder, but I didn't. Eventually I did and she faced more and more pain. I couldn't stand to see it. So I put her back on her regular routine.