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The Realization

Posted on Sat Oct 31st, 2020 by Lynn Myrda D.I.T. [Aiman-Tamar]

Mission: Episode 10 - Ashes to Ashes
Location: Medical, Physical Therapy - Vidal Fleet Yards
Timeline: Day 1 at 1600
648 words - 1.3 OF Standard Post Measure

"Easy, Lynn! I've told you, you sustained massive damage to your spine and legs. You're lucky we found you when we did. Now slow down." The voice of an exasperated therapist stated while trying to help Lynn Myrda work on regaining full use of her legs.

Lynn, on the other hand, didn't want to slow down. "Why? Why slow down? Nothing ever slows down." She took a few more steps gingerly before falling down to her knees again. Pain shot through her back and caused her to double over.

Shaking their head, the therapist knelt down next to her. "Lynn, your business is destroyed, you've been told this. And until we have you back to as close to 100% as we can make you, you aren't going back to the surface."

"And I'm already being compensated, I know this! But that doesn't mean I want to be cooped up here any longer than I have to be. I have a business to rebuild!"

Helping Lynn into a hoverchair nearby, the therapist brought over their own chair. "Look, I'm both a physical therapist and help with emotional trauma as well. That's why they assigned me to you. You've seen what is left down there, and you have the personal items the teams were able to rescue. But Lynn," the therapist started softly, "You'd be building up from nothing."

Lynn looked into the eyes of her therapist angrily from the hoverchair before finally, after days of this same conversation, looking defeated. " can't be gone. It isn't all gone! I took everything my parents taught me and brought it here, and my business was thriving!"

A gentle hand was placed onto Lynn's. "And that's why you've been pushing to try to do this therapy, I understand. But your back and legs can't heal if you don't do this properly. This needs to be done one step at a time. And besides, you even told me you have more than enough to retire on, enjoy a quiet life. All of your employees that were left are doing what they can but..."

"But I shouldn't be trying to force anything," Lynn stated quietly after a few moments of silence. "This is all I've known my whole life. I don't know how to not work. How to not be moving at full speed. It is all I've ever done."

"And you can still rebuild. Your company name is known here, but all of your clients also know what happened. But, give yourself time, please? All of what is left will be there once you are healed up. You have enough to do the rebuild and keep your clients, though not if you push yourself and make things worse. And the housing is already being rebuilt."

Lynn's eyes finally started to show weakness as tears started to fill them. "No one has ever taken the time or patience to talk to me about all this, not even my family." She bit her lip and looked down at her hands in her lap. "And it could have been worse, right? At least I'm still here, the friends I do have survived. I just...can't currently walk and my legs always feel like they are asleep."

The therapist gave a gentle smile, "And that is better than when you first arrived here. We were afraid you'd never regain any feeling in them at all. But you have to be able to feel them properly before you really can be out of that chair."

"And that might never happen," Lynn whispered, finally looking at the therapist again. "I heard the doctors talking. But, how do you run a business from a damned hoverchair?"

Standing and moving the chair before going to get Lynn back to her room, the therapist finally spoke. "You do it one day at a time, Lynn, one day at a time."


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