Dylan and Cammy practically skipped—well, one of them did—into the hospital, buzzing with excitement. Today was the day!
The day Dylan would finally be freed from the clutches of that bulky, soul-sucking wheelchair he absolutely despised. Crutches were on the horizon, and with them, a ticket back to school—though, for now, he'd still have to head home early until his orthopedic cast was off.
Baby steps… literally.
As they entered the exam room, the doctor greeted them with a knowing smile. "Well, well, Dylan! You're looking suspiciously cheerful today."
Dylan grinned so wide it looked like his face might get stuck that way. "Of course, Doc! Last time you said that when I saw you again, you'd let me stand and use crutches!"
The doctor chuckled and gave Dylan's hair a ruffle, like some wise old wizard bestowing a blessing. "Ah, yes. I did say that. But do you remember what I said right after?"
