[Bobby's POV - Earlier that morning]
After Amelia had left, I went directly to the bathroom.
When I was done getting dressed and had eaten my breakfast, I heard the bell, making me look at the watch, where I realized it was already eight o'clock, and I knew that meant my therapist, Dr. Francis, had arrived.
"Morning," I greeted as I opened the door.
"Good morning, Bobby, nice to see you being able to move your arms again. Are you alone today?" He asked, as he looked around when he stepped in, after I had opened the door for him.
"Yeah, Amelia is at work today, so it's just me," I replied, while we headed into the living room, where he sat down on one of the chairs, while I proceeded to sit down on the couch across from him.
"And how's that?" Doing everything by yourself
