A/N: I am guessing this is going to be the longest chapter out of all of the entire story b/c I tried to fit what was going to be three or four short detailed chapters into one long, not so detailed chapter. I AM SORRY FOR THAT RUSH AND THAT MOMENT OF WEAKNESS BUT I WANT TO WRITE THE SLASH SCENE I FIGURED IT OUT!

Chapter 10

June 29th 10 A.M.

Slade brought me breakfast; it feels so foreign to have this man be so nice to me. I still hate him with a passion…but he can cook really well. After breakfast Slade says we are going to test my legs and see how long he thinks I have until I can walk away. Pray for me mom.

June 29th 12 P.M.

Well that was a disaster; he took me out of the bed and put me on my feet. I crumbled like a rag doll. I was embarrassed about how weak I must have looked but Slade said nothing. He picked me up and sat me on the bed. Pulling one of those doctor hammers out of his belt he tapped my left knee and got no response. However he got a little twitch from my right knee. He asked if my right was stronger then my left naturally, as if he didn't know. He knows everything about me, which scares me shitless. He took me up in his arms again; it always feels so weird being that close to him. How I hate him. He put my feet back on the ground, still supporting me and told me to focus on using my right leg. He let go and I actually stood on my right leg for more then a second. I began to fall again but Slade caught me, I was grateful, but I still hate him.

June 29th 5P.M.

HE GAVE ME A BATH!!! THE BASTARD STRIPPED ME DOWN AND BATHED ME! I WAS BARE ASS NAKED IN FRONT OF HIM! He just knelt down by the tub and started cleaning and rubbing and scrubbing, my face went five different shades of red and made it to purple before Slade noticed my humility. To add to the awkwardness of the whole thing he started messaging my legs! Thighs, calves, feet! The whole shebang! He claimed that in messaging my muscles it would make the blood flow to it and slowly help to work the toxins out. Good lord! I felt like the man who had dropped the soap in the prison bathroom! I was so mortified, absolutely humiliated! Though he is really good at messages. I loathe him.

June 30th 3 A.M.

I had a nightmare; Slade came in and woke me up. He pried for a few minutes but I denied him full out. I maybe stuck here like this, his prisoner, his trophy…but he won't ever find out what is in my head or my heart. That is for me to know, no one else. He will never know my ghosts. Once I can walk again I am going to kill him.

June 30th 11 A.M.

It's nice to be out of the jungle even if it means I am in Slade's house. This bed is so comfy. Breakfast was great; I think I could gain some weight back. Lunch in two hours. Then exercise and message. No math thank god. I am still trying to figure out what the point of all this is. Why would he nurse his enemy back to health? He has me at his mercy; you would think he would be torturing me. If we didn't have so much previous history, and if I didn't know him better, I would doubt he had the ability to kill. He is acting like a normal person, a doctor, or a therapist. It's so odd.

June 30th 3P.M.

HE LEFT ME ON THE FLOOR! I refused to crawl to him so he left me on the floor. We were doing regular exercises and I got tired, he wouldn't let me rest. I sat down but couldn't get up to continue the exercises on my own. Slade told me to crawl to him, said I was strong enough that I could do it. He kept pushing me, telling me I could that I was playing weak and I was just to stubborn to crawl like the child I was. I yelled how I am not a child and never would be. A small slip on my part, silence followed and then he got up and left. He left me there telling me to crawl to the bed if I refused to crawl to him. I made it obviously, I hate him so much.

June 31st 12 A.M.

Damn it all to hell! I had another nightmare! What is up with me! I bet it is because I miss them, my friends. I supposed I am angry because Slade was who actually saved me from the nightmare. I woke up in his arms; he had comforted me back into a peaceful rest. Apparently my arms are one hundred percent back under my control because he claimed I punched him pretty good…. that was nice…but waking up in his arms…. fuck.

June 31st 5:45 A.M.

I woke up and saw the sun beginning to rise. It gave me hope, my mother loved sunrises just as much as sunsets. I tried to walk to the balcony but I couldn't. Slade must have heard the thud because he showed up like always to find me on the floor, I am grateful for the mask, had he seen the tears it would be like being naked in front of him all over again. He asked me what I was doing up so early trying to walk with out him in the room. I was too angry with myself to lie to him. I told him I wanted to watch the sun rise. He said nothing to me but walked over and picked me up. I figured he was going to put me back in bed and leave but to my surprise he took me to the balcony and sat me down, with him supporting me I was able to stand and watch the sun rise. I still hate him, but it is nice to know he had at least an ounce of humanity. We didn't speak and I think part of me enjoyed his company. I dislike this.

June 31st 6P.M.

I walked today!!! After we watched the sun ride, Slade let me sleep some more and then we have a great breakfast. The 1st set of exercises went awful but after lunch I took three steps with no help! Slade kept pushing me as always and I made it! I'm so close to being in control again.

July 1st 8 P.m.

I have been reading these fighting books all day. Tiger Kong Fu is crazy, and I had no idea there was a forgotten form of Japanese fighting. Note to self: Research this when I get back to the tower. Exercises went well, I am hobbling a little more then I would like but Slade said only a few more days. He seems as giddy as me, I wonder why.

July 2nd 11 A.M.

Talk about super sleep! I woke up and stretched! Moved my legs, and everything. I went to walk and made it to the balcony and back. Pure Joy! Slade was very satisfied, not that I care…. right? Anyway, tomorrow he says he will let me try to run. I have to shower tonight, Slade says he wont need to help me but I'm sort of nut sure I can stand that long by myself. Oh well, I would rather have to lay there and crawl my way back to the bed if my legs give out, then have him in the shower with me holding me up. I'm not fond of him.

July 2nd 8 p.m.

Shower was odd…. Slade washed my back…kill me…. I'm annoyed with him.

July 3rd 12 P.M.

4 Laps! 4 laps around the room running! I even flipped over the bed and nailed it despite a wobble at the end. By tomorrow I will be 100 cured! Look out Slade; your Robin is back in town!