Not Going To Wave Some White Flag (Power Rangers)
By: M14Mouse
Summary: It took Theo, Luan, Victor, and Reese a thousand miles to make one step forward. Timestamp to Training Sessions
H/C Bingo Prompt: Loss of limb/limb function, bodyguards, seizures, and wild spot: loss of voice
Three times a week for the rest of his life. At least, that is what it felt like right now. They talked about how long it would take him to recover. How many steps that he had to go through. How that he may never walk again. He may stay in the wheelchair. He absolutely hated this wheelchair. To be depended on it to move around. He had to make sure that the doors were wide enough. He had to make sure that hallways were wide enough. He just hated it with a passion. He wanted to burn the ramp…and the wheelchair. Hell, Reese and Victor can bring marshmallows if they wanted.
He will not be staying in some cursed machine.
He refused.
"Mr. Martin?" The nurse said.
He snapped out of his thoughts and glared at the nurse. He rolled his wheelchair into the physical therapy room. He stared at the white walls and the mats everywhere on the floor. His eyes dart to machines and the other people in the room. He could smell the sweat and tears. He could hear the groans of pain. His eyes landed on his physical therapist. Oh, how he hated the woman. She limited him to simple exercises. Things that he could do at home but his brother insisted that he did it here. So, he won't overdo it he said.
"Okay, Mr. Martin. It is time to get out of the chair and do you exercises." The woman said.
He felt his fist curl into the wheelchair's arm rest. She had no right to talk to him like a child. By the spirits, he hated his place.
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"You need to stop for today, Mr. Martin."
"No. One more time."
He could feel the sweat rolling down his back. He felt like he ran miles or trained for hours at a time. He could feel the exhaustion creep up on him. He need to do this one more time. He needed to get this right.
"That is enough. You need to rest, Mr. Martin"
He gave her a look that could melt an ice cap.
"Don't make me get your brother."
He snarled. Why must that woman bring up his brother every time? Lu is going to guilt trip him…he just knew it.
"Fine!" He spat out.
The woman tried to help him. He wanted none of that. He forced his body into the wheelchair. No matter how much his arms protest, he rolled his wheelchair out of the room. His brother was leaning against the wall.
"Dude, were you nice to the therapist lady?" Luan said.
He glared at his brother as Lu moved behind the chair. It wasn't like that he was useless.
"He is doing amazing well today."
That was therapist talk for him being still stuck in the freaking chair.
"That is awesome. Well, see you Thursday, Miss Lillian."
She nodded her head and walked back into the room of hell. He felt his wheelchair being pushed.
"I can do it myself."
"I know but you are tired and grumpy."
"I am not…"
The wheelchair stopped suddenly and Luan was in front of him.
"You do these exercises for hours. You don't do what the lady said about rest. I know that you want to get better. I want you to get better…but…but you need to rest. We are worried that you hurt yourself even more."
He stared at his brother then his shoulder sagged. He felt the energy drain from his body. He felt his brother's arms wrap around him. He heard something whisper into his ear.
"Even power rangers need to rest, bro. You will get there. You will be strong again. But for now…let me be the strong one for once."
He felt something broke within him. He didn't know that it was the tone or something…he lie his head on his brother's shoulder.
And he wept.
End of My Wounds Are Enough
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