Jack stared at her, eyes widening, and he reached for her. “Woah wait what are you doing you can’t stand yet…!”
Yet she was smiling. Her legs were both on the floor and she let go of the wheelchair, her arms up to keep her balanced. She was shaky on her feet, the casts still on her legs with a rounded surface at the bottom, but she was standing without complaint, giving Jack her widest smile.
“Jack..I’m healed..” she whispers, a tiny laugh escaping. “I can walk.”
He stares at her blankly, eyes wide, unsure of what to say or do in the situation. He was more than prepared to help her through three months of being wheelchair bound. The physiotherapy. The pain she’d feel. He would have been there holding her hand, being there for her but… suddenly… “H-how…?” Jack asks as he gets to his feet and goes to her, touching her shoulders.
Jack Maple 