Chapter 11 - A Glimmer in the Dark
Elias wiped his face, stood up, and walked back into the room. Hannah was crying quietly, staring at her useless right hand. Elias didn't say a word. He climbed onto the narrow hospital bed beside her, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her back against his chest. She stiffened at first, but then, slowly, she melted into his embrace.
"I'm sorry," she slurred, her speech still affected. "I'm so angry."
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"Be angry," he whispered into her hair. "Hate the world. Hate this bed. But don't hate us. We are going to get through this."
The next morning during physical therapy, Elias stood in front of her as the therapist supported her weight. "Come on, Hannah. Look at me," Elias encouraged. With a Herculean effort, tears streaming down her face, Hannah managed to lift her right foot and drag it forward an inch. It was a microscopic victory, but as she looked up at Elias, he saw a spark in her eyes that hadn't been there in months. The fight had returned.
