SamDragging himself into his room after an extra-long day of therapy, Sam was spent. He stayed longer today to work more on the weights, and ended his day on the treadmill. All by his choice and his determination. His therapist would’ve had him stop long before, but Sam wasn’t ready to call it a day. He knew he’d only get out of this what he put in.
His muscles ached, and his stomach churned. He needed food and rest. He dropped his chicken dinner to the table, and tossed his bag by the bed. His headaches were still a nightly occurrence, but they weren’t as bad as they had been, and at the insistence of his therapist, tonight he was going to try something he hadn’t done yet.
He was going to turn on the television and watch a Renegades game.
Sam’s stomach churned again. Was it nerves? May
