No pain, no gain
"Damn!" Lance shouted in frustration, banging the dumbells in his hands, letting them fall into the floor, feeling more frustrated than ever.
He could still hardly move his hands, lacking control over his muscles. The therapists insisted that things would eventually go back to normal, but it had been weeks, and he was far from getting better.
"These are all useless." Referring to the machines, equipment, and tools the physical therapist used to help him get back on his feet.
But in reality, he felt useless.
"You have to be patient. Healing doesn't happen overnight." Jake, who handled his care, picked up the dumbells and shoved them back into his hands. "Now, start over again."
He did not seem ready to give up on him yet as he kept pushing him even if he sometimes surrendered to his depressing situation.
"But I am still in this damn chair." Banging his hands on the armrest of his wheelchair.