SamSam spent the next few days putting every minute he had into his therapy. It was easy at first, with just the therapeutic massages, heat therapy, and lying in a dark, quiet room to aid in relaxation. But as the days went on, the rehabbing got harder. By the end of the first week, he was in the gym doing light aerobic work.
He had been texting Trina, which was an improvement from not even being able to look at his phone. Today he’d take another step and talk to her. He’d been looking forward to hearing her voice all afternoon.
Therapy was finally over for today, and he had picked up a chicken dinner from the restaurant downstairs. Settling into his hotel room, he downed a bottle of ice water. The doctor said to make sure he was increasing his fluid intake. But as much as his stomach ru
