A Boy Walked Up To My Wheelchair And Said He Could Make Me Walk Again

Looked down at my foot.

Remembered Eli.

“One.”

Nothing.

“Two.”

Still nothing.

“Three.”

My toe moved.

I screamed.

Claire bolted upright.

“Daniel!”

My chest heaved.

Tears filled my eyes.

“Tomorrow,” I whispered.

“What happened?”

“Tomorrow I’m getting a second opinion.”

The independent scans took days.

The waiting nearly killed me.

Every hour felt endless.

Every minute continue reading …