Ch 1 Rehab

Milt Hardcastle pulled the truck over to the curb and stopped, prepared to wait as long as it took for his curly haired passenger to climb out. Mark McCormick moved slowly and methodically as he exited the vehicle, then, once he had the cane in his hand properly and was stable, he turned and spoke.

"It'll be at least an hour, don't rush, I can sit and wait for you if I need to."

"Okay," Hardcastle said and slowly pulled away from the curb. He would have preferred to wait until Mark was inside the Therapy Center, but felt that his friend needed this small bit of independence. It had been a long time since he'd been allowed to be truly alone to do something, even if it was just walking into the Center.

It had been 6 weeks since Mark had been shot and left to die at the bottom of the ravine. He'd spent the first 10 days in the ICU and the next 10 days getting strong enough to be discharged. He was still living in the main house with Milt, sleeping in Sarah's old quarters off the kitchen. Hardcastle had seen a big improvement over the past week. He was feeling particularly satisfied with Mark's recovery and planned to grill some steaks out on the deck for supper as a surprise. It was obvious that Mark still had a lot of healing to do, but up until this week, he'd had a lot more difficulty moving around.