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(mudpiegirl sorry you aren't enjoying the soapy drama of the plot but soap logic isn't like regular logic. It will all work out in the end I swear – just not right away.)

SPOILERS – this week – Jesse questions JRs motives, Marissa comes home, Bianca takes her first steps.

Physiotherapy – Bianca was beginning to hate the word.

Sensation had returned the moment she dropped from the bed, everything she had felt before was like experiencing touch through cotton wool. The first indication was the throbbing pain from her hard fall and the sharp stabs of discomfort where parts of the broken neck brace were digging into her neck. As time passed the bruises and the scratches healed; the only part of her that was unchanged was her left leg which remained frustratingly numb.

At last Bianca's senses were her own again but the rest of her was struggling to keep up.

All the months of inactivity had taken their toll. Her muscles had been eaten away to nothing. She had no strength and even the slightest activity left her exhausted. She hadn't felt this weak since her adolescence during the height of her anorexia. Any form of exertion left her completely drained.

As the weeks passed Frankie was working her harder and harder. Every day the sessions grew more and more intense, now she could no longer just float around the therapy pool, she had to swim herself from one side to the other. Exercise was no longer just bending and stretching joints, but pulling and pushing and lifting weights.

But what she hated most about physiotherapy was that the session was timed just before visiting hours. She was often so shattered she would find herself falling asleep only to wake hours later, her visitors gone. She was always just so exhausted. It felt like when she wasn't moving she was sleeping. Everyone kept telling her that she needed rest, needed time to heal. But she just felt that she was missing so much, too much.

The only good thing about physiotherapy was that it gave her something to think about other than Marissa. The memory of the woman she loved, convulsing on the ground had overtaken the nightmare moment when Marissa had been shot and the blood first trickled down her pale brow. This time it was so much worse because it was all her fault. She cursed her own selfishness and stupidity – she had almost killed Marissa trying to force a memory. Now she was petrified to see her in case it happened again. Would jogging a memory, even by accident, cause another seizure? Would the doctors be able to save her the next time?

Bianca was terrified for Marissa; she couldn't bear to lose her. Right now she believed the best way to keep her safe was to stay as far away from her as possible. Allowing no chance of inadvertently sparking a memory that could kill the woman she loved.

She could take some comfort in the news that Marissa was recovering well and she would try and focus on the physiotherapy.