Lucian's POV
TWO MONTHS LATER
The hospital felt colder today.
Maybe it was just me or maybe it was the weight of expectations resting heavily on my shoulder
Again I was here for therapy, Rhoda by my side as always. I hated how routine it had become, rolling into the hospital like a man waiting for scraps of hope
But I kept showing up. Mostly because of her.
I wanted to stand and kiss her. I wanted to hold her by the waist and trap her against the wall while on my feet
I wanted to watch my kids run to me after a long day at work and carry them in my arms.
I couldn't do all of that while sitting so I had to be better and make sure I started standing on my feet again.
The therapy session was intense. My legs felt like they were on fire, every muscle screaming and every bone resist
