<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56795.msg2626339#msg2626339">Quote from: Shia on January 11, 2010, 03:18:57 am</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Todd. Hey! Here comes my person." She welcomed him with a wide smile as he pushed himself into the room which rather reminded of a gym then any place inside of a hospital.<br/><br/>This kind woman who could be in her mid 30s was tall and thin like those ladders against the wall behind her, her moves slow and harmonic, almost ethereal, still there was something very earthly, very cheerful in her whole being. Maybe she looked like an angel with her clear blue eyes and large, curly golden-brown hair, yes, but still she was so 'equal' with all the people she tried to help.<br/> <br/>And he was definitely one of her favourites. A fighter, just like herself.<br/>Carefully doctor Violetta Jones -who left her blossoming orthopedic carrier for her current job- helped him out of the chair once he stopped and fixed it, and they moved down onto the thin mattress that was the usual scene of their work. <br/>"How do you feel today, buddy?.. Any sensation here or there?..." - Lettie began a friendly conversation while her hands were already busy with warming his motionless muscles, preparing them for the training, lifts and turnings and stretchings. <br/>It was more than important to keep them in good shape and in use, even if it was a moving indicated by another person. Lettie was happy Todd perfectly understood why they were struggling here, throughout the long row of seemingly boring and very similar exercises - he had to be patient while she reached every inch and then there were those tasks that required his strength and toughness, some of them really unpleasant if not painful.<br/>Violetta was married and recently her belly seemed to turn into something more emphatic under her pinkish scrubs but nobody spoke about it, not even Lettie herself...<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>OOC: Thanks for the PM, I didn't realize this was hopping along.. =)<br/><br/>"Hey, Doctor! Looking good!" Todd was cheerful and smiling as he rolled into the gym. He took a closer look at his doctor and realized that she did look good. She had a rosy glow to her as she warmed his muscles with her hands. Todd wished with a momentary flash of anger that he could feel her hands on his legs. But then he focused the anger, turned it into energy for the brutal session ahead.<br/><br/>They were slowly working their way to walking exercises, getting him prepared to take his first steps after his accident. He hadn't given up hope yet--not quite yet. But sometimes, after a particularly bad session, he could feel the anger brewing in his heart and the hoping fading fast.<br/><br/>Today, though, he was full of optimism. He knew, although he couldn't feel, that his legs were warmed up and Dr. Jones had thoroughly checked his muscles. "Are we gonna try walking today?" His blue eyes were large and hopeful, blond hair curling adorably over his forehead. If one didn't look at his legs, he looked just like he did six months ago--a carefree guy with the future ahead of him.