Gabriel drove Lucas to the hospital in silence, the sound of the road beneath the tires filling the car.
Lucas stared out the window, his mind drifting back to the moments earlier that day.
He still couldn't shake the strange feeling that had come over him in the car—like a glimpse of something important lost to him.
But the details remained frustratingly out of reach.
When they arrived at the hospital, Gabriel wheeled Lucas into the therapy room.
The doctor, an older man with sharp eyes, greeted them and gestured for Lucas to be placed on the therapy table.
Gabriel helped Lucas out of the wheelchair, positioning him carefully on the table before stepping back.
The doctor pulled a stool up next to Lucas's legs and began his examination.
His hands were firm but gentle as he pressed and prodded at Lucas's muscles, moving his fingers along the length of his legs, checking for any signs of sensation or movement.
