I could feed myself about three bites of something before my arms gave out, and I could move my toes if I concentrated really fucking hard. Everyone told me what great progress I was making, but I knew bullshit when I smelled it. I was a fucking invalid, as my father put it, and only Nicole’s regular visits were keeping me from throwing myself out the damn window.Well, that and not being able to get out of the fucking bed.In other words, rehab sucked.“You have to be able to do this if you’re going to be able to get out of here,” Danielle said as I dropped back down on the bed.I took another deep breath and tried to use my arms to transfer myself from the bed to the wheelchair. My arms had improved, but holding up my own diminished body weight was still just a bit much for me. With a grunt, I strained my muscles as hard as I could and actually managed to drop into the chair. It wasn’t the least bit graceful, and I probably would have tipped the damn thing over if Danielle hadn’t been holding on to it, but I did it.I glanced over at Nicole in the easy chair in the corner of the room.
