*Rion*

“Come on, Rion. If you don’t try, you’ll never know if you can do it,” Eva urged.

I glared at her from my wheelchair. It wasn’t as easy as she was making it out to be.

After weeks of pins and needles all over my legs, sometimes so excruciating, I could scream, the physical therapist told me it was time to stand.

My legs still felt like jelly, limp noodles that wouldn’t hold my weight.

“I don’t need you ...