Karla’s pov
I sat on the edge of the hospital bed, staring at my feet and repeating over and over again in my head, Move. Move, I ordered them. Days had passed since I’d started physical therapy and although I had improved really well from that first day out when Alaric had to brace all of my wobbly weight in his arms to get me onto a chair, I was still so weak. Maybe it was all because of the dependence that forced me for so long to depend on others. On the healers… but I wanted more than everything to be able to stand on my own.
Pulling in a deep breath, I gritted my teeth before placing both hands flat against the mattress's surface and slowly pushing myself up. The legs shook violently with tension as soon as made them straight, but no matter how much they screamed with weakness at m
