Tristan had been doing her physical therapy with Leila religiously and as much as she hated to admit it, she actually didn’t dislike it. Of course that was mostly because she enjoyed spending time with the young doctor. Part of Tristan believed the actual therapy was just a waste of time. It was two and a half months later, and she still couldn’t stand without holding herself up. She still couldn’t move her legs without help from her arms. It seemed like she was truly paralyzed and was going to be bound to a wheelchair for the rest of her life. As much as she hated the idea, she wasn’t as angry with it as she once was. She couldn’t be upset, it only brought her family down and if she never walked again, at least she wouldn’t be responsible for causing her siblings heartache anymore.
3:00pm marked another appointment with Leila. Tristan pulled her wheelchair close to her bed and scooted her butt to the edge, dragging her torso into the chair. With a grunt, she pulled her dead weight legs and placed her feet on the foot pedals. She gave herself a moment to catch her breath before wheeling herself down the hallway. They were going to need to put some kind of ramp in the house if she wasn’t going to get better. She hated having to rely on her siblings whenever she wanted something on another level.Â
She pushed a door open leading her to her the room she would do her therapy in. “Sorry, it took me a minute to get out of the bed,” she told Leila with a hint of annoyance in her tone. “Can we take the day off from this? I don’t think one day off is going to harm anything. Not like it’s going to make them not work – they’re already doing that.” She rolled her eyes and smacked her legs.Â
When three o’clock rolled around, Leila Buchanan pushed aside the paperwork she was working on and got up from her desk, quickly hanging up her coat and trading her high heels for a pair of tennis shoes. She pulled her hair up, preparing for the next couple of hours she’d be spending with her patient, Tristan Conroy. Despite the princess’ frequent ornery attitude, the last couple of months hadn’t been awful. Leila enjoyed the challenge, even if sometimes it was a bit discouraging to not see immediate results, but she and Tristan both needed to remember that it was going to take time for Tristan to gain feeling in her legs again.Â
She made her way from the castle hospital wing to the gymnasium, where they’d set up a station specifically for Tristan’s needs. Leila began stretching as she waited for Tristan show up, which took a few minutes-- when the princess did finally show up, she let her arms fall to her sides, giving Tristan a smile. “It’s fine. I figured something was holding you up. Plus, hiding from me wouldn’t be very smart, since I do know where you live.” She blinked in surprise at Tristan’s request, and frowned. “Well, that’s true, but we don’t know if just one day of a break could alter the progress we might’ve made already,” she replied carefully, not wanting to upset Tristan. Part of her wanted to give in to Tristan’s request, but another part of her, the professional part, was a little harder to convince.Â
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