Book 2: Chapter 22

Michael grabbed the handrails as he slowly but gently takes each step. He was sweating profusely and was breathing heavily. With each step he took, his hands tightened on the handrails, and his brows creased tightly. The gentle voice of Dr. Cage urging him on while he stood behind him, ready to grab him should he lose his balance.

“That’s it. That’s it. One more step. You are getting it. You are getting it. Go on, keep trying. You can do it. Good work. Now one more. That’s it. You are doing great. Marvelous,” Dr. Cage kept praising and urging him with each step he took.

Michael let series of hard breathing escape through his mouth, beads of sweat forming on his forehead and soaking his body and the hospital cloth he was putting on. He took one step and stopped, panting, his eyes closed as he tried to endure the pains that surged from his waist down to his feet. He licked his lips and slowly opened his eyes while shaking his head softly.