The next day, Jenna waited for her doctor to come into her room. In just a few minutes, her doctor was going to wheel her down to the physical therapy department to run the tests, and see how hurt Jenna was. John was sitting at the edge of the bed, and he could tell something was going on in his girlfriend's head.

"Jenna, what's up?", John asked as he took Jenna's hand.

"Nothing."

"You are lying to me."

"How do you know that?"

"You won't look at me."

Jenna then took a long deep breath. "I'm just nervous about these tests."

"You don't need to be", John told her as he moved closer. "Everything will be fine, and if you need some extra therapy, then so be it. You will get through it."

"Promise?"

"I promise. You want to know how I know?"

"How do you know?"

"Cause I will be there every step of the way to help you out."

Jenna then smiled at her boyfriend. "Thank you baby."

Before John could respond, Jenna's doctor came into the room and helped her into a wheel chair. They were soon in the physical therapy department, and the physical therapist helped her out of the wheel chair.

"How are you doing? Are you ok?", the therapist, Carla, asked making sure Jenna was steady.

"Yes, I think so…just a little wobbly."

"Ok, well that's good. Now, I need you to position both your hands on the bars on either side of you. Then, I just need you to walk like you normally would, one foot in front of the other."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, go ahead. Don't worry, I'm not going to let you fall. Just go nice and slow, and you will be fine."

Jenna did as she was told, and although timid at first, she started walking with those balancing bars. She would occasionally look at John, who never left her side, and he gave her a reassuring smile to tell her to go on.

About an hour later, Jenna was back in her room, and John had nothing but words of encouragement for her.

"Baby, you did awesome!", he said pulling her into a big, bear hug.

"Thank you, I'm still nervous as to what my doctor is going to say."

John then cradled Jenna's face in his hands. "Everything will be fine. Remember, I am here no matter what."

Jenna smiled as her doctor walked in the room. Well, he looks optimistic. Is that a good sign?, Jenna thought to herself as the doctor began.

"Jenna, I have very good news. Carla said that your leg strength needs to be rebuilt, which could be a result of lying in the bed for the past several days. You also could write your name and do other tasks you could before."

John and Jenna both smiled at each other. "So, what does that mean?"

"You are having a little trouble with the walking, and like I said that could be from lying in that bed or the shot to your back. I am recommending some therapy for your legs for about 4 weeks, and also during that time, I recommend that you walk around with a therapy walker."

Jenna looked disgusted. "A walker! Like an old lady walker!"

"Its not necessarily an old lady walker", her doctor chuckled. "Yes, it has a similar design, but its specifically for this purpose. Like I said, with your therapy sessions, you should be able to walk without it in no time. Also, I am releasing you tomorrow as well."

"See, there is some good news", John said as he looked at Jenna.

"Alright, I have other patients to see", Jenna's doctor concluded as he shook John and Jenna's hand. "Jenna, I will get you all set up in the morning, and you will be released from there."

"Thank you", Jenna said as he left the room. John then noticed she had tears in her eyes. "Jenna, what's wrong?"

"I don't like the idea of walking around with a walker for the next month."

"Honey, it will help you heal better. I promise. Besides, no one will make fun of you. If they do, I will hurt them", he added making Jenna laugh. "See, I knew that would bring a smile to your face."

The next day was a celebration: Jenna finally got to go home! John held the door open for her as they entered the apartment, and Jenna was surprised how that walker helped her move around alot better.

"It is so awesome to be home!", Jenna said plopping down on her couch, and then turning to John. "Thank you!"

"What for?", he asked as he sat next to her.

"For being my support. You don't even know how much it meant to me that you were there at the hospital, and in the therapy room just rooting for me. Just that alone makes me want to heal faster for you."

John then smiled at her and leaned in for a soft kiss. "Baby, I want to talk to you about something."

"Sure, what is it?"

He then took a deep breath, and Jenna could tell he was nervous. "How would you feel about moving back to Boston with me?"

"Huh?"

"I have been thinking about this, Jenna. I still have my house in Tampa, and I haven't even been there since we have been together. I am going to sell it. I then thought about moving back to Boston to be closer to family. I just want you there with me."

"What about my job, and my friends?"

"I promise you that you can find another job in Boston, or even better yet, you don't even have to work and just travel with me. As for your friends, they would be welcome anytime", he said kneeling down in front of her. "I know this is huge, us moving in together permanently, but I feel it is the right decision. What do you say?"

"Well, I don't think we would be able to do it until our therapy sessions are over, and I know that I would definitely not be returning to work with this injury so I could give notice right now."

"So, does that mean yes?"

Jenna then smiled at her boyfriend. After the last several days of him showing her support and how much he loves her, she just couldn't refuse. "Yes, my answer is yes."

John then smiled and then leaned in for a soft kiss. "I love you."

"I love you too, John. I love you very much." At that very moment, both of them realized something: they had found the person they were meant to be with for the rest of their lives, and John had ideas cooking in his head on how to make that dream a reality.