chapter 14: and somehow, through it all, I stand
summary:
"What about you? What's new?" "Well, I haven't regrown a leg, unfortunately." Tim says dryly before he takes a sip of coffee. "Uh, not a whole lot, I guess. PT is starting to ramp up a bit so we can get my knee ready for a prosthetic. Having less dizzy spells." He traces the lip of his mug and shifts a bit in his chair before he adds, "Y'know, I haven't had a drink since this all happened?" "Wow." Rachel raises her eyebrows. "On purpose?" "No. Drinking would probably make this a lot more tolerable, but...with the meds and with just how tired I've been...I just...haven't." He gives a small shrug. "Probably a good thing, huh?" "Tim Gutterson, optimist." Rachel laughs and he smiles.











