'Just a little more." She said wearily, but the fierce look of determination on her face kept Malcom from insisting further. Her hands gripped the support rail so tightly that her knuckles drained of all colour.

'Alright, alright, if you really think you can do it.' He said softly, taking a step away from the wheelchair at the ready to wheel her away back to her room. He had to admit it, he admired her persistence, even if it was against his better judgment.

Her first step on her healing leg was shaky and the beads of sweat on her forehead began to create small streaks down her face. The strained look in her eyes was all he needed as motivation to move to her. She grunted with pain as her knee gave out benieth her