"How's it looking?", Marcos asked, pushing Milo towards the dining room on his wheelchair.
"Alright, I've got some mobility back but actually standing up is extremely difficult for me", Milo replied, looking down towards his feet, flexing the muscles in his toes.
It had been another week since Dark first appeared and healed Milo. During that time he had made himself a small regime for recovering his lost ability. Most of this was simply muscle work, getting the blood flowing and most importantly, getting out and about.
Rather than spending the majority of his time rotting away in his bed, he knew that he needed to be outside, working on the grass if he wanted the best results. A bed was soft and the fabric constantly rubbed against his skin, creating small sore patches which were taking longer than usual to heal.
