He held out a bag with some clothes including under garments. I was so relieved, because apparently all I was wearing was sweats and a hoodie. I had to have help getting dressed because my muscles were so weak, I could quite stand on my own. The blush on his cheeks when he helped me dress was almost worth my embarrassment.
Then he pulled a chair out of what I could only assume was his bedroom, sat me up on it like a doll, and began brushing my hair. At first, I wanted to protest, but then when my hair's knots started screaming I thought better of it. It wasn't as if he was rough with my hair. In fact, he was gentler than I felt he should have been. It was just that proximity that made me feel weird for some reason. His fingers kept lingering on my throat or the tips of my ears every so often when he felt he was too rough with my ears. I thought of how sweet it was, but at the same time it was kind of strange. And I couldn't figure out why.
When he finished, he picked me up and took me to his room. The bed was made, and his room of tidy. It was sparse. No decorations, posters, nothing.
"Are you ever in your room?"
Only when I sleep He signed.
I laughed. From the bags under his eyes, it didn't look like he ever slept.
He looked at me like he was confused.
"I don't know why, but for some reason I was expecting, well, I don't know. Decoration, I believe. See… I'm having trouble remembering stuff. Like I don't know my own name, but I know what you say when you sign? And somehow I knew that biscuits and gravy was my favorite breakfast meal?"
He nodded. It is the effects of being tortured and frozen for so long. You may regain your memories, or you can choose to make new ones.
"What about walking? How soon will I be able to do that?"
I'm not sure but a friend of mine gave me a wheelchair that can handle off road.
I raised my eyebrows at the image of me in wheelchair running through my head, but it was an idea.
And I will work with you everyday to walk.