Physical therapy was not going very well. Dent had been going upstairs to the physical therapy room twice a day for a week and a half.
Dent had done well standing his first day. Dent had held onto the parallel bars and then he trembled for almost thirteen minutes before he had to sit back down.
Everyone had praised him and told him he was doing, so well...but then it had all been going down hill from there.
Dent now could stand for more than a minute with out the aid of the bars or someone else's support, but then his body trembled and he still hadn't taken that step. Not a single fudging step.
Dents doctor told him this was normal after being in a coma for so long. Walking would need to take time, practice and patience.
The nurses had all been so very encouraging and supportive, telling him he was still doing a good job and the fact that he could stand for so long was a good indication of how strong he was.
But Dent saw right through the truth that was hiding be hind their kind words. Their eyes looked at him with sadness and pity.
Dent then heard whispered comments as he had left the physical therapy room every day and then he saw the glances that the other patients gave him.
Dent was one of those. One of those guys that had woken up from their comas but never fully recovered.
Dent would probably never walk again the poor soul. But at least he still had his mind.
Dent hadn't woken up like a sobbering baby that couldn't talk or function in a normal society. And the fact that he had woken up at all! Dent should have been thankful for what he had! Dent could have died.
Dang them Dent thought. If he couldn't use his legs then he was as good as dead anyway. How could he continue being a chef? Hoa could he run a kitchen if he was confined to a wheel chair? How could he live without that feeling of adrenalin pumping through his veins as he battled other pokemon trainers and telling them how compatible they are with their pokemon, ah fudge!
Dent just leaned back in his chair and then he covered his face with his hands. Dent needed a nice cold bottle of green tea so bad that his teeth hurt.
Lucas had noticed this and then he pointed it out the other day before when he had come to visit.
"Do they let you have any bottles of green tea in here? Lucas asked as Dent nibbled on the string beans and the steak the new Sinnoh Leauge had snuck in.
"Hmmm?"Dent had just looked at Lucas as he had just read Dents mind.
"They won't even let me drink coke yet, so no, I don't think so...why?"Lucas just pointed out to Dents hands.
"You have been biting your nails. You only bite your nails is when you want a cold bottle of green tea and your out."
Dent just looked at his hands and sure enough he had chewed the nails down so far that some of them had been bleeding. Dent just shook his head and then he sighs at the sight.
The number of mundane things that Lucas new about him had ceased to surprise Dent just after the first week."Why are you still craving green tea after a year?"Lucas had asked.
"It doesn't feel like a year to me!"Dent snapped."I feel like it was just last week I was drinking green tea standing inside pizza hut watching all the other waiters taking orders while flirting with some female customers!"
At first, Lucas just looked at Dent with a deadpan stare. But after a few minuets the two had started to chuckle, Dent letting himself go into fits of giggles.
"Is that what you really did on your breaks?"Lucas asked around a silly grin.
Dent had to rub his eyes and then he sighed before saying."Uh...yeah sometimes..."
"I don't think you ever told me that before..."
