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I had the sensation of almost weightlessness as Darion wheeled me through the corridors toward his quarters. It was so good to get out of the Medical Facility. I still couldn’t walk or see, but Darion had assured them he could look after me. I’d been eating solid foods for a day and had regained almost all feeling all over. Just not enough to coordinate my legs yet. And I no longer had the annoying tube in my nose.
I still felt anxious about it all. I was so afraid I would be stuck like this, or maybe stuck without my sight, and that Darion would be stuck with me forever, always looking after me and being my eyes. I didn’t want that. I hated feeling like this, but I couldn’t help it.
Or maybe he’d get sick of it all and leave me... I couldn’t bear to think about that.
The wheelchair
