Therapy. Lots of Therapy was all Levi knew now. Physical therapy,speech therapy and then of course regular therapy to make sure he wasn’t depressed about what he was going through. Honestly he didn’t even remember most of what happened due to the severe brain injury he had sustained thanks to the man who had made them move once before. “How are we today,Levi?” His physical therapist asked him when she walked into the room. “O-ok.” He said simply he had gained a few words back; mostly simple ones after being in his coma for three weeks. “Good. Ready to go for a walk?” At this he didn’t really feel like it but he knew that he wasn’t really given an option if he wanted to get back home. “N-n—yes.” She offered Levi a smile, “let’s go see,Luna, yeah?” She suggested grabbing the walker for the teen already having his belt around his waist and his afos around his ankles. “Luns.” He said simply as she helped him get up from his bed. Luna had been in pretty much the same situation but Levi didn’t remember that. “Remember nice and slow and if we need a break tell me.” She said having another member of the pt team walk behind them with a wheelchair. They walked for what felt like ages to the teen. “Luns. L-Luns.” He repeated once they entered her room.