Trinity POV
My eyes flicker open, and I stare up at the white ceiling for a few moments. My conversation with my father flashes through my head. When is he going to call me again? I wouldn’t complain if he wants to call me all the time. I have nothing else to do. Unless Becca or Lance come, I don’t have anyone else to talk to. The staff is nice, but I really can’t talk to them much.
Becca might be my physical therapist, but she has such a pleasant personality and is very friendly. When I’m around her, I feel like we’ve known each other for years, instead of days.
I kick the sheets up to break the tight hold they have on me.
My breath suddenly hitches, and my focus shifts to my feet. Did I just move them without having any problems?
The biggest hurdle I have with physical therapy i
