"I think you should not worry about that, there is always a way out when if searched further you know", She encouraged.
Davis sighed at her statement, she is right but the truth is always harsh. His hope has been raised severally, only to be dashed unexpectedly.
"Okay, no need of the worry. Let's check on it first and then decide if it is going to work or not", She said, her tone professional and gentle.
Davis stared at her lightly before he nodded in agreement, he has to trust her and also pray because he wish to recover his legs and as soon as possible.
She stood up "you will need to lie down and straight out the legs while I check on the muscles and nerves." She instructed, her tone professional that Davis couldn't help wondering if there is a personality shift .
Gently she guided Davis to lie back on the bed, her movements careful yet firm. She positioned herself at the foot of the bed, her sharp gaze tracing the length of his legs, studying every detail with meticulously.
The scars from his injury were still visible, some faint while others were more pronounced, a testament to the severity of the accident. She reached out, her fingers trailing lightly over his skin, to detect his sensitivity to touch.
Slowly, her fingers pressed gently against his calves, moving up toward his knees, testing the muscles by pressing some specific points, observing the subtle twitching of his muscles and the way his nerves reacted.
"Can you feel anything on this spot?" she asked, pressing gently along his shin.
Davis inhaled sharply. "A little."
Jessica nodded, noting the reaction. She moved to another area, closer to his knee, applying the same pressure.
"And here?"
Davis frowned, his brows furrowing as he focused. "Nothing- at all"
Jessica's expression remained neutral, on the surface while she was silently analyzinv every response he gave. Some nerves were completely unresponsive, while others showed sensitivity. There was still hope—his condition wasn't irreversible.
She slowly massaged a slightly higher area, along his thigh, and his leg twitched lightly almost imperceptible. "I felt it lightly", Davis said, his heart beating wildly in trepidation and unbelief.
None of the doctors he visited had been able to trace the nerves and elicit any response from him. It was as though the nerves Jessica felt and tested were different from the nerves they had checked at the hospital.
He stared at her incredulously. It is now dawning on him why his grandfather has insisted on her treating his ailment.
At this recollection, he made a mental note to go and check on him to see how he is faring.
Jessica's brow furrowed, her jaw tensed as she seriously analyzed her findings.
Davis watched her, curiosity and skepticism mixed in his eyes. "You seem to know a lot of things regarding health, are you a doctor?"
Jessica chuckled lightly, but she didn't confirm or deny. Instead, she tapped his knee lightly. "Your recovery is possible but it will take a lot of time and lots of determination,
Davis looked at her with a complicated gaze "Are you saying I can walk again, you are not just giving me hope?" he asked in a trembling voice.
"Davis, you need that hope but I don't give hope but am giving you the result of my diagnosis." She sneered.
She is not giving him hope, should he know she is Dr. Sica... she didn't want to imagine what he will do or say.
Davis exhaled, his chest rising and falling as he absorbed her words. Hope was a dangerous thing—it could build a person up or crush them entirely.
Jessica saw the hesitation in his eyes and added softly, "But you have to want the use of your legs that is faith"
Davis held her gaze for a long moment before finally murmuring, "And then?"
Jessica smiled. "You leave the rest to me but then there are certain things I will let you in to but that is when you have made up your mind for the treatment"
Davis gaze darkened, he had noticed some of her attitude during the check and has an inkling it is not a good news.
"I will take the treatment, What are your findings?" He queried his voice tinged with worry.
Jessica sighed at the thought of her discovery and the truth she wants to reveal.
In the course of checking on Davis legs though her initial purpose had been to examine his recovery, but the moment she massaged certain areas she discovered a troubling situation making the alarm bell ring in her head—Something was off.
The nerves in some sections were completely unresponsive to touch or massage but others reacted, even though it was faintly. It is not a case of an accidental paralysis but rather it was induced. Otherwise, Some areas should have healed by now. Others shouldn't have been as numb as they were.
The nerves that were supposed to be entirely unresponsive showed inconsistencies—some areas exhibited signs of recovery, while others remained unnaturally dormant.
"You must accept this in good fate" she muttered, "I wouldn't want you freaking out" She concluded.
Jessica gazed his face for a while, to ensure he is willing to face the truth "Your injury from the accident was real, but..." She hesitated, choosing her words carefully.
"But what?" Davis pressed.
Jessica lifted her gaze to meet his. "I think someone went an extra length to ensure you wouldn't recover."
His heart pounded. His fingers clenched the sheets. "What do you mean?"
"Some nerves have been deliberately tampered with," she said, her voice cold as she made a silent promise to investigate this matter till the end.
"You're meaning to say what?" He queried to make sure he heard clearly.
"I am meaning to tell you that the accident actually caused severe damage to your body, but the aspect of your legs been immobile... Davis, someone made sure you stayed in this wheelchair and to never recover"
Silence filled the room, Davis veins tensed.