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Chapter 7 – Exercises
With a nod Sam did as he was told and just seconds afterwards he was sitting on his bedside with his legs on the ground.
"How do you feel?"
"A little dizzy but otherwise okay."
"That's a good sign. Do you want to get back to bed or do you want to sit here for a while?"
"I would like to sit."
"Good. Jules would you please take my seat next to Sam to make sure he is not going to fall over if he get's dizzy?"
"Of course.", Jules said switching places with Sandrine. As she was shown from Sandrine she put one hand on Sam's back, the other one on Sam's chest so he was stabilized just in chase he was flipping over.
"Can I leave you alone for a few seconds?"
"I'm feeling good and I know that Jules will have a close eye on me."
"Good. I will be back in a few minutes. If you are starting to feel worse just push the call button."with that Sandrine left Jules and Sam alone on the bedside.
"Your good?", Jules asked after a few minuted where Sam was just staring on his motionless legs. "Don't worry. It feels strange. I really can't feel a thing. It's like my legs are not existing anymore." "I am just glad that you don't feel any pain.", Jules said giving Sam a sad smile.
"So Sam, you are ready for this?", Sandrine asked as she returned with an empty wheelchair causing Sam to hold his breath just for a second, but long enough that Jules had recognized it.
"Isn't this a bit early?" Jules asked due to the fact that Sam was just transferred from ICU.
"No, if Sam is not dizzy anymore we should keep going. It's a really good chair you have chosen.", Sandrine said while Sam was looking at Jules now.
"It's a fact that you are going to need a wheelchair, that's why I went out to buy one. They told me that this one is pretty good, it is a special light version and you should be able to use it, even with...", Jules paused.
"Even with?"
"Even with your hands.", Jules explained. Sam looked at her for a minute longer. He hadn't even thought about the problems with his hands.
"I am glad you did because I am ready.", Sam said giving Jules a firm nod. He wanted to know if he was going to be able to take his life in this chair.
"Okay, so Sam I need you to remember that you won't be able to stand on your legs, not just a second and for today it's on Jules and me to get you in this chair secure, so you have to trust us. We will grab your shoulders and slowly transfer you to the chair. You don't need to do anything. Please don't try to help us because it would make the whole thing a lot more difficult, okay?"
"Okay."
"Jules I want you to grab Sam's right arm.", Sandrine said while Jules was strictly following her orders. It took them a great amount of power but they managed to get Sam into the chair without any problems.
Sandrine knelled down in front of Sam and helped him to put his legs on the wheelchair.
"So how do you feel?", Sandrine asked while Sam was slowly taking everything in.
"Glad to be out of this damn bed."
"I'm sure you are. Feel free, take a ride.", Sandrine said while Sam was slowly pushing the chair forward.
Jules took a deep breath as she saw Sam moving his chair. She had talked to the doctor about it and he had told her about the risk that Sam might not be able to move the chair with his paralyzed hands.
"I think I will let you two alone for a few more minutes.", Sandrine said aware of the emotions that where starting to build in both of them.
Sam was deeply in his thoughts while Jules keep watching him sitting in his wheelchair for the first time. Sam took his hands in his lap and tried to move them now that he was allowed to do so. There was not much motion and for the second time that day Jules could see the hurt in his eyes.
"Are you okay?", she said while Sam's head shot up to look at her.
"I have to be, right?"
"Unfortunately yes."
"And we are going to manage all of this?"
"Of course we are. You will see, the swelling will start to go down in no time and you will at least be able to move your hands just a few weeks from now."
"I hope so.", Sam said wheeling his chair to Jules, who was lowering herself to Sam's level.
"You know that you look even hotter from this position?"
"Sam Braddock!"
"What? I'm just saying." Jules smiled at him with relive. He was doing good for the moment and that was all that mattered now. Jules gave him a small kiss before the door opened again.
"How do you feel Sam?", Sandrine asked again.
"Small."
"Well if that is the only thing that bothers you I am glad.", Sandrine answered.
"Wheel yourself back to bed. It's enough for the first day."
Back in the bed Sandrine left Sam in the sitting position.
"So you don't need to be that careful anymore. You can get yourself into sitting or laying down anytime you fell up for it, okay?"
"That's good news. Thank you Sandrine."
"You are very welcome. Tomorrow we will move around the hospital a little bit."
"Can't wait."
"For now, there is one last exercise. Jules could you please give me the blanket? ", Sandrine asked.
"So now Sam, I want you to cover yourself.", Sandrine said while Jules had to fight against the tears that where building in her eyes as she had to watch Sam struggle to coordinate his hands and grab the blanket. It would be a very long and very hard way.
Finally after minutes that seemed like hours Sam had managed his exercise and was looking everything from happy to completely sad.
"You will see, it will get better because you will get used to it.", Sandrine explained before she left the room.
Sam had to bite his lip because he could see the tears in Jules eyes. He was going to be a really big burden to her for a very long time and he felt deeply sorry and sad about that.
Before Sam was able to talk there was another knock at the door and the whole Team in full SRU clothes entered the room.
