It's been a week I'm in wheelchair. And I got a place for theraphy. Quinn recommended me her former place so every twice a week I have to go therapist.
Just like today. I went to the therapist to control my legs with Sam carried me here. Yeah this is will be my first time doing this.
Sam lift me up from my wheelchair to this bed and I lay my body on the bed and make the pillow closer to me.
"What do you see when you see me like this?" I ask Sam.
"A perfect imperfection. A beautiful girl is fighting to get recovery and be strong for this." Sam smiles at me.
"Sam, if I wont be able to walk, you can leave me and find another girl who can walk." I rub his cheek.
"No, I wont do that. I dont care how you look. I dont care if I have to lift you up like this every day. I will never leave you
