"It's time for a walk." the doctor declared, gesturing the nurse to come forward.
She had placed a walker on the side of the bed.
"Ah_" Vivan tried to move his injured leg.
Ira winced at his sudden outcry of pain. Even a slight moment was giving him pain. How could he walk?
She moved to support him but was stopped by the doctor, "He had to do this himself."
The doctor was the well-known orthopaedic surgeon of the country who performed the surgery. She couldn't question his method or refute his words.
"Turn to one side and then lift the leg." While he gave his instructions, a nurse supported him to get down. It took a long time to turn to a side and get the good leg down.
Now it was the turn of his fractured leg. After every second, he stopped for a breath.
He got up, and with the help of the frame, he stood up.
It was Vivan's first tie to stand on his feet after the surgery. The leg looked bend at the knee.
