*Rhys*

I lifted my leg, a heavy weight that refused to cooperate, and set it down with more force than I intended. The clatter of my boot echoed in the therapy room, a stark reminder of the strength that had not yet returned.

"Easy there, Rhys," said the therapist, his tone patient but edged with concern. "Remember, slow and steady."

I exhaled sharply, nodding once as I focused on the next step. Each movement was a battle, a challenge to push past the pain and ...