After his breakfast with Audrey, when she’d finally agreed to go out with him, doing his physical therapy didn’t seem as bad anymore. She still took him down to the therapy room and came to get him, but she couldn’t stay with him. Too many other patients to see. And that was fine. It was easier to work hard for her if she wasn’t standing there watching him.
The day she’d brought him breakfast and they’d had their pseudo date as she called it, Kenny had physical therapy that afternoon. Audrey had wheeled him down there as always and had apologized for having to leave him.
But when she was gone, he thought about being able to drive over to her house to pick her up, take her some place nice, walk together hand in hand. If he wanted to do any of that, he’d need to get better, and fast. Right
