The Unluck of the Irish

Part 9: Physical Therapy

Today was Niall's first therapy session. I wheeled him in on his wheelchair. He was obviously not too thrilled. His lips we're pursed together, eyebrows furrowed, and his arms we're crossed.

"Let's get this over with..." He said.

I saw his therapist waiting for us inside.

"Hello, I'm Lisa Monroe. Are you Mr. Horan?" She asked.

"What do you think?"

"Niall! I'm so sorry. He's in a bad mood..."

"I understand. It's more common in my patience than you think." She gave me a smile and took us to a room. She talked about What the steps we're for Niall to regain his walking. Today was just some simple leg exercises. We did that for several weeks before it was finally time to start working him on standing up.

"OK, Niall, take my hands"

He took her hands and brought himself up. He had an uneasy look on his face.

"I-I'm gonna fall!"

"Niall, You're OK. In holding you. You won't fall" she reassure him.

"You can do it, baby.." I said, rubbing his back.

"Take a step, love.." He but his bottom lip and dragged a foot slightly.

"There you go, Nialler!" I exclaimed. He gave a small but concentrated smile.

"Do it again, baby.."

He tried taking another step but this time stumbled and fell.

I saw him punch the floor and he burst into tears.

"I CAN'T DO THIS!!"

I kneeled next to him.

"Niall, baby, Yes you can.."

"NO I CAN'T!!"

"Baby, you can't give up!"

"Well, I am.."

"I won't let you.."

"God! You don't get it! Why do you keep pushing it!! You're so damn annoying! Leave me alone already!!"

I looked at him hurt. Niall's never talked to me like that before. I got up with tears in my eyes.

"B-Baby.. No wait, I'm sorry!!"

"Leave me alone!"

"C'mon.. help me up real quick."

"No! If I'm so annoying do it yourself!!"

I ran off crying. Leaving him on the floor.