Chelsea couldn't wait to walk again, but her twitching fingers showed her nervousness. Intimidating-looking exercise equipment filled the physical therapy office, visible behind the receptionist's counter. Chelsea's mom checked in with the receptionist, and Chelsea was whisked away toward a stiff-looking bed above waist height.
The physical therapist had curly blond hair tied tight in a ponytail. Her blue eyes sparkled with friendliness, putting Chelsea at ease. She didn't have a nametag but introduced herself as Tabby Larkin.
"Are you ready to work out?" Tabby asked Chelsea. Chelsea's mom sat on a chair off to the side.
"I guess so," Chelsea said.
"Oh, come on, show more enthusiasm!" Tabby said.
Chelsea smiled back at her. "I'm ready!"
"Good!" Tabby lowered the bed with a foot pedal. "First things first. We gotta get you onto this bed. How are you at transferring?"
"I can handle it," Chelsea said. "Each day is easier than the last."
"Good to hear!" Tabby said. The bed was now low enough that Chelsea could get onto it. "Do you need any help?"
"Yeah," Chelsea answered honestly.
Without hesitation or shame, Tabby helped Chelsea onto the bed. Chelsea's legs tremored with the effort of standing momentarily. The sensation sent a thrill through her. She was still getting used to even feeling her legs, let alone using them. Once on the bed, Tabby had her lie flat.
"I'm gonna work your legs one at a time, and you're gonna press against me," Tabby explained. "Are you ready? Or do you need a minute to recuperate?"
"I'm ready!" Chelsea said.