you will help me, right?

2

I am disabled. With these words, my happy life ended and most likely will not return.

I had a job, I was a major, my career ladder was going up. It was my dream to be like my father. Everything was going as it should, I worked almost without days off. Not a single girlfriend of mine could stand my job. As a result, by the age of 38, I had neither a wife nor children.

And then, another training exercise, another inspection, some smart guy did not listen to the order until the end, an explosion occurred and I was thrown a decent distance. And that's not all, my back met a huge boulder on the way, I don't know where it came from in that field, apparently such was my fate. I woke up a few days later, burns, scratches, a couple of stitches and bruises. And most importantly, the doctor came and said that I could not walk. The reason for this was something with my spine, I no longer listened to what treatment and everything else. This was the end of my life. How can I achieve the best if I am confined to a chair? And no one guarantees me the opportunity to get back on my feet.

Two years passed. My brother insisted on my coming to him. You see, he doesn’t like my condition, he will be in charge of my treatment. But he didn’t ask what I wanted, what I needed and how I would live on. He just came, packed my things and took me to live with him. While I was getting used to living with him, Fedya was looking for a doctor for me. First, he found a psychotherapist at a military hospital, who was also his neighbor. We went to her, talked, and I realized I had nothing to talk about with her. She tried to understand the reason for my refusal of treatment, but I kept silent. Then she decided to take me to her friend, a neurotraumatologist. I didn’t understand this at all. What was all this for? No one needed me healthy, and even less needed me like this, no one needed such a burden.

When we entered the office, I saw an amazing woman. She was quite tall, one meter seventy-five, maybe more. Long black hair, gathered in a ponytail, I just wanted to wind it around my hand and ... God, I haven't had such thoughts about bed for so long. Dark eyes framed by thick eyelashes, a small nose, and lips, oh, those lips will now be my obsession.

She decided to get serious about me. I wonder, for what reason? She prescribed me so many tests, I haven't had so many tests in two years as I have now. In a week I will see her again. What will she tell me when she sees the results? Maybe she really will help me? And I will return to my old life.

All week I thought only about Lena. I wanted to see her earlier, and not just see her, but to take her in my arms again. She has such a fragile body, and what a curve she has. And I was very surprised not to see a wedding ring on her finger, such girls are usually ringed and under the protection of their husbands. Well, Wednesday is the day I was supposed to show up at the hospital. I got ready faster than my brother and was already waiting for him in the hallway.

- Igor, are you sick? You couldn't kick me out before, and here before me, do you have anything to tell me? - my brother asked while he was putting on his shoes.

- Move faster, I don't want to be late because of you.

We drove pretty fast, my brother was looking at me strangely the whole way. Yes, I liked my doctor, yes, I would like to get to know her better. But there is one downside, I am sitting in a wheelchair, and I doubt she is happy with this option of a man next to her. A woman like that should have a confident, healthy man next to her. I am sure that she dreams of a full-fledged family, where she can stand behind her husband, like behind a stone wall.

As we approached her office, we heard a strange, rather loud conversation.

- Oh, my God, just find yourself a man and f**k him, no one is forcing you to live with him and love him. I'm telling you this not only as your friend, but also as a psychotherapist. s*x, by the way, is good for your health, - hmm, the voice is similar to my psychotherapist.

- Or maybe that's exactly what I want, to love and be loved, have you ever thought about it? I'm tired of being alone, I want a normal family, with a man by my side, not these "rags". I want a child, and maybe more than one. I'm a woman too and I want love and affection. So don't push every guy you meet into my bed, - now I'm 100% sure that I'm not right for Elena as a man. I have no chance, and my mood is rapidly falling.

- Oh, brother, what's wrong? Are you crushing on Lenka or something?

- She doesn't need me like that. I heard she needs a man, and what can I give her? What kind of man am I, look at me. She won't even look at me, - my brother crouched down in front of me and his look said that this parasite had already planned something.

- Hey, we'll go to them now, find out what's going on with your tests. And then we'll act according to the circumstances. And I guarantee that she'll pay attention to you, I'll help you with this, - and I believe him, for the first time I believed someone.

Knocking on the door, we heard a loud "Come in" from two voices. Fedya opened the door, and I drove into the office and saw the woman I had been thinking about all week.

- Oh, good morning, Igor, Fedor. Okay, Lena, I'll go, we'll talk later, - and Lera gave her such an angry look. It's strange that her friend doesn't understand her. She probably has a happy marriage and family, and she advises her friend to have a one-time "hookup". I don't understand this.

- Hello, Elena Vladimirovna, are we interrupting? - what a gallant brother I have turns out to be.

- Hello, no, no, what are you saying, come in, I was just looking through Igor's results. Igor, how are you feeling? - No one has ever looked at me like she did. There was no disgust, no pity, no sympathy in her gaze. She looked at me tenderly, and her cheeks were flushed, was she embarrassed in front of me or something? I wonder if she really liked me as a man?

- Thank you, everything is as usual. Well, doc, what are you going to tell me? Is there anything interesting? - I tried not to be rude to her, like in the last meeting. I couldn’t, I wanted to find a common language with her, so that in the near future we could move to another level of communication.

- What I want to say is that the results pleased me. I thought everything would be bad, since there was no specific treatment. If you don’t mind, would you like to check your legs? - If she touches my legs now, I won’t be able to stand it, I’ll want her hands to go higher.

- Yes, no problem, this is your job, - she squatted in front of me and began to feel my legs. I didn’t feel anything with one leg, the other one showed signs of life, at least a little. I felt her hands, how she skillfully touched my leg, with which I felt at least something. And I liked it.

- Tell me, Igor, how would you feel about the fact that I can restore your ability to walk? Of course, it's not a 100% guarantee, but I would try, - she looked into my eyes, and seemed to suggest that she could do it. And I sat and did not believe it, all the doctors said that I would not be able to move.

- Are you joking now? If so, then this is not funny at all, - I was worried, it was hard for me to believe it. I had given up on myself a year ago. I felt someone's hand on my shoulder, turned around and saw my brother's gaze, in which I could read the hope that everything would work out. - Can you cure me?

- I suggest that you operate on you, after the operation you will have a rehabilitation period that will last at least three months, and then we will look at the development of the muscles in your legs. I like the state they are in now, if we work together according to my plan, then I think it is possible to restore your ability to walk, - and her smile told me more than was required.

- I agree to treatment, what is required of me? - the hand on my shoulder trembled and squeezed a little harder, my brother's support was invaluable to me.

- I will prepare all the documents, you will read them, fill out all the necessary forms. And I think in a week we will be able to operate on you. But for this you will have to stay here in the ward for a few days for our observation, - Lena said all this confidently, and I will trust her with my body, my soul already belongs to her.

Having agreed on my next visit to the hospital, they handed me the documents, which I immediately filled out. I entered my brother's contact information. I have no one else. My parents died before my injury, so it was hard for me to fight this. My mother would have supported me, set me up mentally for recovery. And my father would have given me such a slap in the face that he would remember it for the rest of his life. A retired military man would never have allowed me to give up and not take any action. I would have been given a whole lecture about how a real man would not leave everything to chance. And only then would it all have dawned on me, and I would have started to act. But then it was not a fact that I would have been able to meet Lena.

We went home, it was necessary to mentally prepare for the operation. I was afraid. Afraid that nothing would work out. I want everything to work out. I want Lena to be mine. I need her, I have never thought about or dreamed about any girl the way I did about her. Yes, I fell in love with her at first sight. And it seems to me that only now I really wanted a real family, a wife and children. My own home, work and household.

So there was only one solution. Set a goal and go for it. And go in the literal sense of the word. I will reach Lena myself, and then the two of us will reach our common goals.