Mason's Rescue by Peggy L Henderson

Author:Peggy L Henderson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Peggy Henderson

Chapter 9

“I’ll see you again tomorrow, Mason. Great session. Everything is going well.”

Mason smirked. “I don’t feel any different than when we started two weeks ago.”

Rick, the Physical Therapist, smiled indulgently. “These things just take time. You’re doing awesome with the upper body strength training, and the circulation in your lower extremities is great. There is minimal muscle atrophy. We just need to keep at it. We could try some hydrotherapy, if you want. I can set up some appointments at the pool in Missoula. It would mean driving there, of course, but it wouldn’t hurt to add that to our regimen.”

Mason nodded at his physical therapist, who finished packing up his bag and headed for the door. Everything was always “great” for Rick. He wasn’t the one stuck in a wheelchair.

“I’ll think about it.”

He pushed the door to the exercise room shut once Rick had left, and stared at the equipment. What the hell was he doing? Day after day, he was locked in this room, sweating and working on strengthening every part of his body, except the parts that really mattered – his legs. He hadn’t regained any feeling, and after more than six months since the accident, it was getting more than tiresome.

Mason grabbed his phone off the table in the corner, and stared at it. Every day, he stared at it, contemplating whether to call Doc Johnson. The old vet had stopped by last week between farm calls. He hadn’t pushed or asked about whether he was coming back to work, and Mason hadn’t said anything, either. They’d laughed over lemonade and left-over fried chicken, and reminisced about old cases.

Looking back on it now, it had been Doc Johnson’s subtle way of reminding Mason that he missed his work more than anything. He’d restrained himself from asking how Lori was getting along. Luckily, he hadn’t had to ask – Doc Johnson had brought her up himself.

“Fabulous diagnostician with the dogs and cats,” he’d praised. “The clients are starting to warm up to her, but you know how that can be. Folks are set in their ways, and it’s hard to get them to change.”

Mason had grinned, then winked at his mentor. “Kind of like old vets who are set in their ways.”

Doc Johnson’s boisterous belly laugh had reminded Mason of Santa Claus. “Lori’s been getting on my case about some of my – what she calls – archaic instruments that belong in a museum. I’ve had some of that stuff since vet school, and it worked fine then, and they work just as well now. I don’t need any of those fancy gadgets you young kids like to play around with these days. I suppose you’re right and I am set in my ways.”

“Even veterinary medicine needs to come into the twenty-first century, Doc.”

“Well, when I’m gone and Lori . . . or someone else, takes over, they can get all the new fancy equipment they want.” Doc Johnson had stared at him with that comment, and to avoid eye contact, Mason had found the breadcrumbs on his plate highly fascinating.

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