Chapter 9 - THE FIRST STEP THAT WASN'T ABOUT WALKING
Massimo's physical progress continued slowly.
He regained better trunk control.
Improved his transfers.
Built endurance.
And began using adaptive equipment with more confidence.
There were days when his legs responded to exercises.
Other days when they didn't.
I refused to treat either outcome as a verdict on his worth.
One morning, during a supervised session with Dr. Varela's approval, Massimo practiced supported standing.
He gripped the parallel bars.
His legs trembled.
I stood nearby.
"Take your time."
He breathed slowly.
Then shifted his weight.
A small movement.
Barely noticeable.
But deliberate.
He looked at me.
"Did you see that?"
I smiled.
"Yes."
His eyes widened.
"I did it."
"You did."
He laughed.
Then his knees weakened.
The support system and staff kept him safe as he returned to sitting.
He looked frustrated.
I crouched nearby.
"That was a good attempt."
He stared.
"I didn't walk."
"No."
He swallowed.
"But you controlled a movement that was difficult last month."
He looked down.
Then smiled.
"Progress."
I nodded.
"Progress."
That evening, Massimo asked me to join him in the garden.
I hesitated.
"Is this about therapy?"
He smiled.
"Not exactly."
I sat across from him.
He looked nervous.
That surprised me.
Massimo Pascale rarely looked nervous.
"Tessa."
"Yes?"
"When your contract ends..."
He stopped.
I waited.
He looked away.
"I'd like to see you again."
My heart skipped.
"As your therapist?"
He shook his head.
"No."
Silence.
I looked down.
"Massimo."
He swallowed.
"I know."
I took a breath.
"You're my patient."
He nodded.
"And that matters."
"I know."
I looked at him.
"I care about you."
His eyes lifted.
"But I can't begin a personal relationship while I'm responsible for your treatment."
He nodded slowly.
"I understand."
I swallowed.
"And I can't promise what happens afterward."
He looked at me.
"I wouldn't ask you to."
Silence.
Then he smiled faintly.
"You're still too small."
I laughed.
"And you're still too rude."
May you like
He grinned.
And for the first time, the possibility of a future between us felt both wonderful and frightening.
