Derek wasn't kidding about the pushing. Bernie made me push weights, walk around the hospital, walk on a treadmill, and walk in a pool. That’s a lot of stuff but I can only do a little at a time. I’m too weak to do anything else. I’m so exhausted, at the end of the work out, so I just sit in the shower.
What I don't expect, is that I would be unable to stand back up. I don't want to have to call a nurse to pick me up, so I holler for Derek. He runs in looking like I had just woke him up and that he was the one that did all the work. But when he looks scared, when he sees me just sitting there, I can't figure out what he’s afraid of. Maybe he thought that I had hit my head or something.
"Are you okay?" He breathes out.
"I'm fine. I just can't get up." I reply sheepishly.
He starts laugh
