Chapter 74: "Friends"

Anna November 30, I was sipping cold water as I rested from the physical therapy. I felt accomplished. That day, I was finally able to walk on my own without losing my footing or staggering. It might seem like something small, but I knew that it was a step closer to being myself again. "Don't sip Anna. That gives you gases." Oliver said in his usual stern voice. Oh, yes. He was here sitting next to me on the couch. We were in the room that my brother had kindly adapted for my physical therapy. Last time I saw him, he was freaking out about how to change a diaper. Ha! Poor him. "My water. My gases. My business," I said sipping some more water while keeping my gaze on Oliver. Yes. Oliver is nice, but also very serious. People used to say that we were like a comedy show. Me, being all talkative and messy, and he, being so proper and quiet. He chuckled softly and ran his fingers through a lock of my hair. "As you wish. Did you finish any