More Than Expected

Kim opened the front door to let the woman in, then wheeled herself out of the way. When the woman cleared the doorway, she gave it a shove with her hand and slammed it shut. The woman turned and looked down at her with a disappointed look on her face.

"You must be Kim. I was warned that you might be a handful." She placed her bag on the couch and looked back over at Kim. "I'm Lara, and I'll be starting your physical therapy." Lara took a step back and looked over the room. She walked over to the recliner and pulled it over to a corner out of the way. She picked up the small table as well and placed it beside where the recliner now sat.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Kim asked. She couldn't believe the nerve of this woman. The fact that she thought she could just walk in and start moving stuff around pissed Kim off. Of course, most things pissed Kim off these days.

"I'm going to get you up on your feet and walking. In order to do that, I need a clear path. I'll move it all back before I leave today." Lara walked into the adjoining dining room, pulled the chairs out from under the table, and turned the table so its length ran along the far wall. She replaced all the chairs before going back into the front room and getting into her bag.

"You are aware that walking is what I can't do, right?" Kim asked with her arms folded over her chest.

"Yes, I also know that you have complete feeling in your legs and your reflexes are fine." Lara got her belt out of her bag and placed it around her waist. "Where is your walker?"

"It's folded up in the closet. I didn't see much reason to leave it out considering I can't walk."

"Would you like to tell me which closet, or would you prefer that I just start opening doors?" Lara went over to a door and opened it and peaked inside. It was the bathroom, which is what Lara had suspected, but she was trying to prove a point.

"God, you're a bitch," Kim said as she wheeled into her bedroom. She flipped on the light and pulled her closet door open. She reached in and wheeled the walker out. Setting it across her feet on the foot rests, she headed back out to the front room.

"Here you go, madam," Kim smarted.

"Now see, you're already being helpful. You can't be as bad as what they said." Lara raised the walker off of Kim's feet and pulled the sides out until they clicked into place. She sat it out of the way and motioned for Kim to come over and join her. When Kim was finally beside her and facing the right direction, Lara got the other belt out of her bag and went over in front of Kim. "I need to place this belt around your waist. When I get you up, I'll link our two belts together, and it will help me keep you up if you start to fall." Lara pulled the belt apart and moved to slide it behind Kim's back but was stopped by two hands.

"I can do it," Kim said and tried to take the belt from Lara.

"I'm sure you can, but there is a certain way the belt needs to sit in order for me to be able to connect to it. I would also like to make sure it is tight enough that it won't slide too much. It's okay, I don't mind."

Kim sighed, and her arms went straight up in the air. She watched Lara as she stood up and placed the belt behind her arms and shoulders. Kim leaned forward as Lara leaned down in front of her. She saw Lara's eyes glance quickly at her chest and her tongue slip out to lick across her lips.

Lara couldn't help but notice Kim's chest as it pushed forward against her white t-shirt. The urge that tried to push its way forward Lara quickly shoved back down where it belonged. Lara couldn't afford to risk her job by letting her body get out of control. She slid the belt behind Kim's back and laid it on the seat of the wheelchair. She knelt down and first, made sure that the wheelchair was locked. She then pulled both footrests out and laid them out of the way. "Can you slide forward just a bit and get your feet flat on the ground?"