"Come on, keep walking." Doctor Carson said to June as she limped around the house.
Today was physical therapy. One of the days she got to go out and exercise her body. The stab wounds were healing and so were the internal wounds.
Doctor Carson had taken responsibility for her and she was very grateful for his help so far. Her body was slowly but surely getting back to shape, and she owed it all to him.
After their session, they returned to the house and sat in the living room. "Thank you," June said to the maid who served them a drink.
"How are you feeling?" Doctor Carson asked after he took a sip.
"I feel stronger." She replied. "I just wish I could hasten up the process and get myself useful."
"You will have all the time to do whatever you want when you are well and strong."
