Jack
"We're here," Willow mutters, pushing my wheelchair through the open door of the spacious physiotherapy room.
There are only a handful of patients scattered around the gym with their physical therapists by their side helping them with some of the contraptions I can't name.
"You still haven't given me an answer regarding my offer," I murmur softly just as she stops pushing the wheelchair when we get to the farthest corner of the room, where there are two long iron bars spanning a few metres side by side and about seven feet long.
"I thought my answer was clear enough," she mutters, coming to stand in front of me. "We're going to start with something relatively simple today," she says, signalling someone behind me before meeting my eyes again.
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