Draven,
"You can start physical therapy from now on," the doctor announced, his voice calm but firm.
I nodded, rising to my feet for the first time since the accident. My muscles protested, stiff and uncooperative, but I ignored the discomfort. I had endured far worse.
"Thank you," I murmured absentmindedly, my thoughts elsewhere. The past two days had been a whirlwind of emotions—anger, confusion, and a bitter sense of betrayal. Memories I once cherished now felt tainted, twisted by the recent discoveries I had made about my past.
The doctor gave me a concerned glance. "Please take some rest. You’ll be discharged next week."
I barely acknowledged his words, watching him leave after checking the bandages on my chest. My hand instinctively moved to the spot, pressing lightly. T
