Chapter 13 - The First Step
The clinical lights of the elite rehabilitation center hummed softly overhead. The room was equipped with parallel bars, suspended harness frames, and state-of-the-art neurological stimulation monitors. Julian gripped the wooden handrails of the parallel bars, his knuckles turning white as he concentrated every ounce of his willpower, intelligence, and physical strength into the lower half of his body.
Maeve stood just a few feet away, holding a clipboard, her eyes locked on his legs with fierce, supportive encouragement. Dr. Harrison stood at the opposite end of the bars, his hands hovering closely to catch him if his knees buckled.
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“Take your time, Julian,” Dr. Harrison instructed calmly. “Don’t rush the muscle memory
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