Fifteen days had passed, and Raika was now in the rehabilitation area. The bright lights of the facility bounced off the sterile white walls, and the air smelled faintly of disinfectant. Raika stood in the center, dressed in loose rehabilitation clothes, her arms stretched high above her head as she worked the stiffness from her limbs.
Her body had been through hell and back, and the road to recovery had been long and grueling, but today felt different. The tightness in her muscles was easing, and the bandages that had once wrapped her from head to toe were mostly gone. She was finally starting to feel like herself again.
With a soft exhale, Raika bent forward, touching her toes, feeling the pull in her hamstrings. Slowly, she straightened back up, rolling her shoulders as she prepared for the next stretch. As she shifted into a wide stance, leaning into a side stretch, she heard the sound of hands clapping.
