After finishing several rounds of evaluations, Dylan looked down at the notes he had entered into the small tablet he carried everywhere.
I, on the other hand…
Refused to even attempt sitting up.
The left side of my chest burned from all the movement.
Not unbearable.
Just enough to remind me I’d had major surgery.
Dylan looked up from his tablet before speaking in a calm, reassuring voice.
“I have to say…”
He smiled.
“You’re doing really well.”
He turned the screen toward himself again as he reviewed a few numbers.
“Your body is creating good reinforcement around the surgical area, so I’d like to keep supporting it for a little while longer.”
He looked back at me.
“Other than that…”
“You’re progressing exactly where I’d expect.”
“You’re cleared to continue with normal physic
