Lucian POV
The fluorescent hospital light hummed softly, casting a full glow over the pristine white walls.
The scent of antiseptic burned in my nostrils mingling with the faint trace of Rhoda's perfume
I sat on the therapy bench, my jaw clenched as the nurses rolled up my sweatpants, exposing my weakened leg.
The sight of it, thinner than it used to be filled me with a familiar wave of frustration
Rhoda spoke beside me, her hands clasped in front of her, eyes flickering with concern.
Was she concerned about me?
I began to wonder.
She turned her gaze to me, her mouth slightly opened, but no words came out. She swiftly turned her face, averting her gaze.
I knew she wanted to say something, to offer comfort but what was there to say?
This was useless.
Therapy was useless
“You
