I sound so conceited rn but like, sometimes I reread my old work and I'm like...wow. thats some good stuff right there. I mean sometimes its absolute trash, but sometimes I'm like...I can't believe *i* wrote that, yk?
Anyways, here's a sneak peek of the next part to the Enemy medic fic
"Don't let me push your hand back." Simon grit his teeth as the physical therapist pushed his hand against his chest.
This was stupid. He felt like a baby deer learning to walk for the first time. All that time strapped to a table has atrophied his muscles. Everything he had worked for, all his training for strength and endurance, his careful diet, all if it was just gone. Ruined because of a stupid slip up on a stupid mission.