Candy

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She wheels me into the therapy room before the clock hits the twelve.

Today is Sunday. Mr. Timberland gets me out of my wheel chair before helping me onto the couch. It smells of toothpaste. Kassie is hanging onto me like a slug.

"Mr. Stars," Mr. Timberland states. "So you were attacked at a party..." I see him flip through his notes. "Fractured a knee, brain damaged, and you have already been paralyzed?"

I wince. "Yes sir." The doctor sighs. "You have quite a tough life there young man." Kassie smiles at that and looks at me with a knowing glance.

Mr. Timberland helps me through the procedure as my socks are taken off. Kassie links her arms around my underarms and tries to make me stand. After a few wobbly attempts, I am able to stand just a little before falling back into her arms. Mr. Timberland calls in his assistant who checks my leg and messages it.  To keep me from screaming too loud, Mr. Timberland places a piece of candy in my mouth to quiet me. It works because I'm soon relaxing to some classic music on the radio. Kassie reads me a story as they check my blood pressure and all. I'm beginning to wonder how this is even related to therapy.

Kassie shakes hands with the therapist before popping another piece of candy into my mouth and wheeling out the door. My legs feel relaxed, so does my brain. I can just hear the sweet voice ringing into me. Her long hair swishing my face as I recall all of those moments. The ice cream, the tea. I can feel all of it swirling to my attention. Of course, I can't have these without my soulmate.

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