Quinn ran her fingers across the instep of Russell’s left foot. The boy shook his head. “Do it harder.” She complied, watching his face for a sign. His eyes were fixed on the ceiling in fierce concentration. “Russell?” “Nothing.” She replaced the covers over his legs and moved to the head of the bed. “You look much better today,” she said, wrapping the blood pressure cuff around his arm. “They told me,” he said suddenly, “that whatever I couldn’t do six months after I fell, I would probably never do again. They never said straight out that I’d never walk again.” “How do you feel about that?” “About not walking?” “About not being told directly.” Russell hesitated. “It makes me mad. Everything that has happened, happened to me.
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