Gregory looked at Timothy with worry in his eyes. “Are you alright, Uncle Tim?” Timothy patted the boy’s head and half-lied, “I’m fine. I didn’t sleep well, that’s all.”
Thinking that her brother lost sleep because he was worried about her, Tessa said, “I’m getting better now. You don’t have to come to the hospital all the time. You have work to do, so don’t push yourself.”
“I know. Don’t worry, Tess.’ He didn’t want her to worry about him. Then, Tessa shot him a glare. “I can’t stop worrying about you. You’ve been neglecting your rehab lately.”
Timothy scratched his nose. Yeah. I haven’t been doing it. Still, he argued, ‘I can’t waste my time on rehab when you’re hurt.”
“I’m not hurt anymore, so you’re returning to rehab. Your legs are getting a lot better, but that doesn’t mean you can slack off. You have to keep it up. Doctor’s orders. Keep this up, and you can walk like normal soon enough.”
Timothy’s legs were much better than they used to, and nobody would notice his shuffle if he walked a bit faster. It looked like he was fully healed, but Tessa wanted him to keep it up and improve. Soon, he got the message, and he nodded. “I will.”
Someone knocked on the door at that moment, and in came Sabrina with a thermos. “Hey, Tess. It’s me again.” When she saw Timothy as well, she smiled. “Hey, Mr. Reinhart.”
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