Lucien's POV
The words hit like a slow punch. My brain was not able to process such a sentence. Standing? Me?
I looked down. My legs—my legs, which had been useless for more than ten years—were holding me up. I wasn't leaning on anything. I wasn't in pain. I was standing.
My mind went blank.
I'd dreamed about this a thousand times—standing, walking, running—but it had always been a dream. One so far that I didn't dare to for any more. My body felt steady and balanced. The floor was solid beneath my feet—a sensation I hadn't felt in over a decade. Then, the shock caught up, and my knees buckled.
The next thing I knew, I was hitting the floor, the nurse shouting for help.
"Get him back to the bed!"
Ravenna knelt beside me, still clutching the child, who had started cry
