The road to recovery was slow for Ezra. Fortunately, he could walk and his balance was decent. But shifting, running and speaking were a struggle. He struggled to get the right words out, a word would be on the tip of his tongue and he just couldn't remember which one he wanted. Alina worked with him every day to get him back to where he was physically. It was the hardest thing he'd ever done and it killed Alina to watch him struggle.
"Let's take a break okay?" she said, after one particularly difficult session.
"No, I need to get better. I can do this," he answered through clenched teeth. Sweat dripped from his forehead. His shaggy hair was matted down.
"You will get better and you can absolutely do this, but you can't do it if you kill yourself trying," she argued. "Please, for me?
