“Mr. Seth,” I called as I gently rotated his limbs to relax them. “Try one more time. Just slow down this time.” I looked up slightly as I crouched in front of his wheelchair. My eyes were focused on his legs, waiting for the small signs that had been the main highlight of our therapy sessions for the past month.
I knew this day would come, a day where Seth's leg responses were more frequent than before. He even admitted that he could feel his calf muscles tighten slightly. After almost 2 years of not being able to feel his legs, isn't this progress remarkable?
"I've done it many times, Woman. You want me to be a robot, huh?” he muttered, his tone full of complaints, as usual. Despite that, Seth still did what I wanted. After being given a gentle massage earlier, Seth was able to move it
