~Triston Anderson~
It had been two weeks since I started physiotherapy, and although it was kind of tough and painful, I was able to cope with it all.
I might not be walking yet, but I was making progress.
The last meeting I'd gone to, I'd been able to stand with the help of a walking stick, although the pain that followed that action was unexplainable, but I was coping.
I had told the doctors I wanted to take the walking stick home which they hadn't argued.
They actually thought it was a nice plan so I could practice at home, though I was given a series of things to do and not to do.
Either way, all I cared about was the fact I was going to walk again.
Oh, I had to do so.
And just like what I told Alix the last time, I didn't want to walk again only because I wanted to make Ray pa
