The nurse found it hard to answer. After all, she couldn't dare to say anything that would demotivate the patient. Thinking carefully, she said, "Ms. Ember, after your legs are healed and you can stand on your feet, the chances of dancing in the future will be there. So, you have to stay positive."
She aimed to make her feel motivated, but Delyth grew irritated. She grabbed the nurse by force, pulling her close. "Don't web sweet words. Just tell me what I have asked you for. Will I be able to dance after recovering from the surgery or not?"
The nurse winced, her eyes looking at the way Delyth was twisting the grip of her fingers on her. "Ms. Ember, what are you doing? Please let me go."
"Tell me what I asked you first," Delyth asked again as if she hadn't heard her cry of pain. "Tell me now."
