Left by Dean Murray

Author:Dean Murray [Murray, Dean]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-02-12T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

I lost track of time after that. Wyatt's grandfather's treatments were further along than I'd realized, and sensation started returning to my toes before I fell asleep that night. That was a good thing, but it also meant that I started my self-imposed physical therapy regimen the next morning.

As bad as the pain had been when I'd been shot, it was nothing compared to the agony of trying to get my legs working properly again. Being shot won when it came to the sheer peak of the pain I'd felt, but that had been a different kind of pain. Nobody had wanted anything from me, and I'd had no choice but to endure the pain.

This was different. The pain didn't reach the same heights, but it also never stopped, and it was my own stubbornness that forced me to continue to elevate my level of discomfort. The temptation to quit, or at least take things easy, was almost overpowering, but I knew that would be taking the coward's way out.

Thanatas could reprogram my body to rejoin the nerves that had been severed, but even he couldn't force the neural pathways to match up perfectly with the way they'd been before I'd been injured. The nerves were all there, but it was going to be up to me to rewire my brain so that I would be able to make my legs respond the way I wanted them to.

If Andrew or Isaac had been there, they probably would've told me to take it more slowly, but I was starting to realize just how much the two of them had coddled me back in Sanctuary. Being paralyzed from the waist down was a terrible burden for normal people, but for a shape shifter in the middle of this kind of war, it was a death sentence.

I couldn't afford to depend on anyone else to keep me alive if another attack came while I was still unable to walk. I wanted to believe that Wyatt would be there for me if that were the case, but I couldn't forget the fact that it had been Whitney who had pulled me out of the water, not Wyatt.

There were reasonable explanations for why that happened. Whitney had been closest, or both of them had been looking for me and she'd just found me first, or even that Wyatt had understood that I'd been more concerned about Owen even than my own life. They were all valid reasons for why it had been Whitney who'd fished me out of what I'd been sure was going to be my final resting place, and I would never express my feelings on the matter to Wyatt, but the fact was that it was no longer just about Wyatt and me. I was now sharing the guy I loved with an entire pack, and that meant I needed to be able to stand—literally—on my own two feet.

The hours I spent trying to rehabilitate my legs passed like days, and the days passed like hours.

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