One week later
*Ami*
I step into Cory's room, trying to muster a smile. "Hi Cory, how are you? You look much better." My hope is dwindling, but I still cling to it as tightly as I can.
He looks up at me, and though his eyes are still cloudy and empty, at least he reacts. "Do I? Well, I hadn't noticed."
"Cory, please," I say, attempting to sound cheerful. "I heard the doctor say you're making progress, that your legs have gotten much better." I smile at him, hoping it will lift his spirits.
When I overheard the doctor tell a nurse about his progress, I felt a surge of happiness. But confusion lingers… I don't understand why no one told me directly.
Cory turns his gaze to the window. "It is nothing special, nothing to get worked up about. It probably won't get any better than this."
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