Theo was on the mend. Physically at least. His stitches were healing and he was encouraged to start getting some exercise daily to avoid his muscles weakening. It was hard because sometimes he was still having flashbacks and, at that point, he couldnât get out of bed. He wasnât being 100% honest about this with his healers though and was just trying to power through so he could get home sooner.
After his most recent episode, he got out of bed with his crutch. He was no longer on an IV all the time so he could move around easily by himself. His left leg had received most of the damage which was fortunate because his right arm was casted and he only needed the left one to support himself with the crutch. He was just intending to walk down the corridor and back but a familiar face stopped him in his tracks as soon as he left his room, âMolly?â
Molly knew she was out of her mind and had to be since the attack. How else could she explain why she kept checking up on Theo and kept leaving him small bags with his favourite items? There was simply no other rational explanation, so there it was, there was something wrong with her head. She was on her way to his room now, he had been asleep for the past several days at that time, so probably it was the same now. What she hadnât anticipated was to almost bump into him in front of his room. Her eyes widened and she quickly hid the bag she was holding behind her back. He didnât need to know she had visited him, nor that she left him anything. âTheo- Theodore,â she greeted him after she cleared her throat. âYouâre up,â she added, stating the obvious.Â