Rolling in the Deep

Part 9

Today was review day, the unit was tick with anticipation, as everyone prepared for bad and hoped for good news. You sat at breakfast thinking deeply about the next step in your journey. You had an idea what was going to happen, it would be a decision to take a harder road to walking fully or accepting that the chair was always gonna be part of your life. There were no guarantees the first road wouldn’t simply end in the same place as the second.
You had been considering it for some time and still hadn’t settled either way. “you have picked up that cold slice of toast and put it down three times now, did you know?” Taron chuckled lightly “hmmm” you replied. Taron knocked his fist against your temple “Hey y/n anyone at home?” he teased. Your eyes fluttered for a moment. You smiled at Taron, “Sorry” looking at the plate you pushed it back on the table. “What were you saying?” Taron could see that you were still a little distracted and tilted his head slightly “What’s on your mind? I can see the cogs turning?” he asked, he was holding a mug of tea and sipped it lightly. “It’s review day” you sighed “I guess everyone feels a bit apprehensive today” you offered. Taron nodded and returned to his tea.
“So, do you want to hang out in our room after then? Celebrate or commiserate together” he asked seeing you so distant was different and unsettling. Since he had arrived, yes,  he had seen you crying and vulnerable alone at night. But otherwise you were the go getting, proactive one who had really helped him feel at home on the unit and even though he had only been there a week, he thought of you as the one who pretty much had it all together and it rattled him to see your anxiety. He watched the room, realising the same feeling was emanating from many of the patients and began to wonder what his review would have in store.
“Y/N please come in” the lead therapist said as you moved into the room. As the professionals spoke to you in doctor speak, you heard some of what was said. “I need to walk” you blurted out. “I don’t care what it takes I will do it, now can I go?” you asked. The medical team in front of you were surprised by the outburst, but nodded “That’s fine, we will begin to increase the physical therapy and add in the hydrotherapy for twice a week, I can see that you have been taking time to think it all through” he finished.
When you returned to the room, Taron was sat already in the chair next to your bed. Seeing him made you stop your heart was racing. Without saying a word, you turned the chair around and headed out of the room. Taron put his book down and began to follow you. As he left the room, he saw you disappear around a corner and quickly moved to catch up. Turning the corner himself. Time slowed and the world seemed to move into slow motion as he watched you. Watch the glass window as you went through it and as the chair dropped leaving the edge of the building and down to the concrete a floor below.