Marcus changed after that night.
He gave up on rehabilitation entirely. Every day, he pulled the curtains so tightly that not a single ray of light entered his room.
Whenever the caregiver tried to wheel him outside for some sunlight, he lashed out.
"Why should I go out like this? So you can all stare and laugh?"
He smashed everything within reach: his basketball, trophies, project proposals, and even his college diploma.
Those things had once been his pride. Now each one reminded him that he no longer had legs.
My dad couldn't stand watching and tried to persuade him to start handling company projects again.
"Your mind still works, Marcus. The company will still need you."
Marcus let out a bitter laugh.
"Need me? I can't even get up the two steps outside the front door. What exac
