Catch Me

Ch. 7

Coralys pov

When I wake up I check my phone to see its 7 am the next morning, "Fuck, I slept longer than intended." I mutter.

I hear the sound of footsteps and I turn my head when they become silent and I see Demi in the doorway of the bedroom, "Breakfast is ready. Do you need help?" She asks.

I look at the walker beside the closet and shake my head, "Alright, I need you to get dressed and to the kitchen. Getting dressed is part of physical therapy." She says.

I wait for her to leave and once she does I slide out of the bed and crawl to my backpack. I get the easiest thing to change into which is shorts and a shirt then grab onto the walker and use all my energy to pull myself up. My body slightly trembles form the stress but I decide to keep going. I slide my feet and lean forward in the walker and manage to make it halfway before I accept defeat and stare at the table from a far.

"Do you need help?" Demi asks.

Not from you.

My legs shake wanting to collapse as they have no energy to keep me up. Demi refusing to allow that to happen ends up waking to me. I stare at the table as she pulls the walker away from me and just very slowly helps me to the table.

To my surprise she doesn't get frustrated with how long it actually takes me to get to the table. Or how long it takes to take a step forward as she holds me up.

"Did good. That's sort of the first time you've ever walked without the walker. Harder to walk without it so you did good." She says putting a plate of eggs, bacon, and a frozen waffle in front of me.

I stare down at it as I put my head on the table. My arms have no strength to feed myself. They used all the Strength they had to crawl to the walker. Also to hold my body up as I used the walker.

I feel something biting my shoe and I look at Demi unamused already knowing it's one of the rat dogs.

She looks under the table and in a matter of seconds the biting stops, "He tries to be good." She says.

I say nothing just stare back at the plate of food, "I've never seen you touch one of the dogs before. Are you more of a cat person?" She asks.

"No, the last time I touched a dog I ended up with 20 stitches in my hand because it mauled me on command. I hate cats." I say barely understandable.

"Are you scared of dogs?" She asks.

I remain silent, "Don't like them?" She asks.

"Something like that." I say barely audible.

"I'll do my best to keep them up then. They don't bite but if you don't care for dogs then I kind of need to keep them up. You can't really put them up yourself right now." She says.

I don't say anything yet again and I watch Demi eat her breakfast in silence. I don't necessarily like the thought of being treated like a baby, but I'm not entirely sure how I'm going to eat if someone doesn't feed me. I can't move my arms right now. They seriously won't work.

"Will you need help eating?" She asks.

"I don't want help."

"You have to eat Coraly, not eating isn't an option." She says.

"Banana and strawberry smoothie. I prefer to drink breakfast." I say.

"That's not really in my capabilities. I don't really make smoothies that turn out correctly." She says.

"Strawberries, one banana, almond milk, tony bit of vanilla, ice, and tiny bit of honey. It's not that hard." I say very slowly due to how many words I can't pronounce correctly.