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Later that same day, it was time for Sam's therapy sessions. First up was speech therapy. John and Dean decided to stay, but sit out of the way, giving Sam his space.
"Hey Sam. My name's Riley and I'm going to be your speech therapist."
Sam opened his hand and closed it once, signaling yes. Riley looked questioningly at John and Dean.
"It's so we can talk a little better. One squeeze yes, two squeezes no," Dean said.
"That's very clever and a great idea. Ok Sam, I know a lot of this will seem dumb, but your brain needs to relearn how to speak. You may think you sound dumb, but we will gradually work and build vocabulary."
Riley sat on the bed next to Sam. "Ok, we're going to start simple, just making simple vowel sounds to get your mouth to form correctly. I want to start with a hum, ok? Pierce your lips together and hummmmmmmm," she demonstrated. Sam watched her lips form and followed, making a humming sound.
"Excellent. Try it again," and this time, it was a little easier for Sam to form his mouth to the correct shape.
"Ok, now, let's open our mouths and make an aw sound, really?" Riley did it first, and when Sam tried, it came out more O then Aw.
"Try again. Open your mouth bigger. When we form the sound O we have our mouths more puckered. With Aw, it's open. Try it again." This time, Sam did it perfectly.
"Excellent!" Riley beamed, and they went through all the vowel sounds. They repeated different exercises and forty five minutes later, they were done.
"I know it doesn't seem like a lot Sam, but all these exercises will make a big difference. Practice with Dean and your Dad, and we'll have you talking our ears off in no time. I'll see you again on Wednesday." Once Riley left, Dean and John went to Sam.
"You did a good job your first day Sam," John said, affectionately messing up his hair. Sam smiled at his family and relaxed until his next session.
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Kyan was Sam's occupational therapist and she brought all sorts of activities for Sam to do.
"Ok, Sam, there are four squares on this board and in each square there is a different texture. I want you to touch all of them for me ok?"
Sam ran his hands over the sandpaper, silk, lace, and foil, touching and looking intrigued by each new sensation. He was very hesitant about the sand paper, but eventually touched it softly.
"Ok Sam, can you tell me which one feels rough?" Sam looked at all four squares and looked back at Kylan with a look of shame.
"Hey, no need to get Emo on me. I'll help you out. This one is rough. Do you understand me? This is rough."
Sam nodded, and it seemed to make sense. "This is soft. Your blanket is soft." She moved his hand from the square to his blanket. Sam waved his hand open once, signaling he understood.
"Good Job! Let's try this." Kyan produced one box; it had a narrow slit on the top and in the other hand thin disks.
"Now, I want you to put these disks on the box." Sam tried to line the disks up but couldn't get them in the slot. His cheeks grew red with frustration, but due to his speech disability, he became even more frustrated.
"Sam, Sam, listen to me and calm down." But Sam didn't listen to Kyan and began trying to force the disks into the box. John stood to calm down his son, but Kyan held up her hand.
"Sam Winchester, stop acting like a child and look at me." Kyan said shortly. Reluctantly, Sam raised his eyes and looked her in the face.
"Life dealt you a shitty deck. But of you keep acting this way, nothing will be accomplished. I know you are frustrated as hell because you can't talk and can't do the things you once could at a drop of the hat, but that's changed. Step up to the plate and do something about it! Don't wallow in self pity, but face this. You can do this, but getting frustrated and breaking my things isn't gonna cut it buddy. Rome wasn't built in a day, we'll take it one step at a time, ok?" Kyan asked, her tone softening.
Sam looked at her with an apologetic look and clapped his one hand once.
"Good, I'll see you tomorrow. John, Dean." She said, dismissing herself from the room.
John and Dean both sat their in shock after her little outburst.
"Well, she told you." Dean said, smiling at his brother, to which he received the middle finger.
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Last for today was physical therapy. His therapist was a man named Patrick.
"Until you're stronger, we will just be working on muscles here. Once I feel your able to, we'll travel to the gym and do some more activities there, ok?"
Patrick bent Sam's legs in different positions to strengthen his muscles. Out of all the therapies, John and Dean hated this one the most. It seemed the most permanent and it scared them. And they could tell it had the same effect on Sam.
Sam was done by 6 and let Dean feed him dinner, since he was not coordinated to do so himself.
"You did good today Sammy. You'll be back to your old self."
Shortly after they ate dinner, Sam fell asleep, exhausted from the days therapies.