Later that day, after the CT scans proved negative Walker found himself working on physical and occupational therapy at the hospital. He didn't really like doing this therapy, he always felt rather embarrassed when he had to read out of children's books. Right now he sat at a table with a children's reading guide in front of him. His therapist, Terry Mist had the same copy in front of her.

She smiled at him. "Read the first page one more time."

Walker rubbed his face then pulled the book closer to him. "The dog is brown." He traced the letters with his index finger. "The cat is…" He squinted at the words on the page. "O…or…orange." He shook his head at the lack of memory on the simple word. He flipped the page then began to read once again. "Fire…truck has a la…la…"

"Ladder." She nodded. "You're doing rather good. Unfortunately I have been noticing some relapses." She took out a folder and began to scan through the contents. "You're roughly at a first grade reading level. However, I have noticed that you don't retain information that you read." She jotted down some notes. "Which could mean a memory problem."

Walker sighed heavily then began to read once again, hoping to prove Terry wrong. "Po…police cars have red and blue lights." He read slow, his mind trying so hard to comprehend the words on the page. However, there was one word that he couldn't understand, couldn't read at all. Frustrated he rubbed his face then tried his hardest to sound it out. Finally he pushed the book away then glanced up at Terry. "How can I get better? I've been doing exercises at home, here and everywhere else I can."

Terry sighed heavily. "You suffered a severe brain injury, Walker. It will take some time for it to rewire itself. You have to be patient." She took the book from him, closed it then took out a pack of flashcards. "Let's go to the flashcards." She showed Walker a card with a word on it. "What does this say?"

"Apple." He sighed heavily as she showed him another card. "Ba…Ba…Balloon." He shook his head at the lack of memory on the simple word. "Car." He began to fidget slightly. "Horse. House. Pineapple." He smiled. "That's the first time I could read that word."

"That's good." Terry nodded as she continued with the flash cards. "One more hour Walker, then we can move on to physical therapy."

Two Hours Later

The small physical therapy room had a bed positioned by the wall and a table in the middle. Alex sat in the corner and watched as Walker went through numerous drills to strengthen his mind and body. It hurt her so much to see her once strong husband struggling with simple tasks such as catching a small rubber ball. Anthony bounced the ball towards Walker who barely managed to grab hold of it before it got away from him.

Walker fumbled with the ball then bounced it back. He did this numerous times till Anthony grabbed the ball and leaned backwards in his seat. "Where's the eye patch?"

"Anthony, do I really have to wear it?" Walker turned to Terry to see a disappointed look on her face. "I really don't need it. I'm fine." In fact he may not be, he always had fuzzy vision out of his right eye which effected his depth perception. "I didn't bring it with me."

Terry smiled and handed him a black patch. "Brought one with me. Kind of knew you would forget yours." When Walker put it on his vision did get better. "Now, try catching the ball."

Anthony bounced the ball once again to Walker, however the ball disappeared and landed on his lap. He nearly ripped the eye patch off, instead he picked up the ball then bounced it back to his therapist. Again he bounced it to Walker's right and once again he missed it.

"You need to learn how to use only the left eye." This time Anthony rolled the ball towards Walker who easily grabbed it. "Terry, he has problems with quick movement."

Terry wrote this down in the folder she was holding. "Don't worry, Walker. It will get better in time." She sighed heavily. "I suggest you wear the eye patch everyday. That way it will help you get accustomed to the lack of vision out of that eye."

Walker sighed heavily. "If it helps, I'll do it." He winced as the pain medication began to wear off which made his head throb. "When can we move to the gym?"

"If you're ready, we can do it now." Anthony turned to Alex to see her getting a few pill bottles out of her purse. "But first, let's make sure you take your medication." He patted Walker's shoulder as he got up to get a cup of water. "Don't worry, once we make sure you're not going to pass out on us, we'll go to the gym."

Walker sighed heavily at the new life that laid ahead of him. He will always be doing therapy, always trying to get better. It was hard to deal with it, especially when he was once rather independent and had always done things his way. Back before his head injury he rarely went to the hospital, rarely took medication and now regular checkups was his life. He always had to make sure he took certain pills at certain times, had to take naps if he felt tired. Would he ever truly get back to his old self once again? How long will it take?

He glanced up at Alex to see her smiling at him, that smile that kept him going from day to day. If it wasn't for her love who really knew where he would be at right now. He had to admit to himself that depression threatened to take over his life on numerous occasions. He never wanted to admit it since he knew if he did, he would have to see somebody for it.

Alex's smile faded quickly. "Walker, are you okay?"

That phrase was one that he was really tired of hearing, but instead of lashing out he smiled up at her. "I'm doing okay. Just thinking." He sighed heavily, took the pills from his wife then turned to Anthony and Terry. "I want to start really pushing myself." He could feel the fog of depression try to cloud his thoughts. "Whatever it takes, I want to be my old self again."