"Mhhh, le…mmee!" He whined and tried to pull the blanket over his face.

The student apprentice stared flabbergasted at him. Evidently he didn't have much experience with TBI patients or disabled people in general.

Mary and the younger nurse were very determined and soon, the blanket was gently but adamantly pulled away from Greg's body.

"Noo, ..am co..ld!" Mary smiled. "Greg I already took your temperature today and you are doing perfectly fine. I thought you wanted to get better?" The rhetorical question provoked Greg and he finally gave up. He still wore a pouting expression on his face.

The younger nurse who was actually called Veronica went to grab Greg's bag in which they had stored his supplies for therapy and put a fresh towel inside. Meanwhile Mary showed the intern how to get Greg settled into the wheelchair.

Two minutes later the little group was on their way to the water therapy center. Greg was squirming in his chair when he felt again being watched by some teenage visitors. He still needed to get used to the fact that his appearance had totally changed. People did not see the joking, funny, handsome man in him anymore.

"There we are!" Mary exclaimed. They had pushed Greg into the foyer of the therapy center. Two people were watching the ongoing session through a big glaswindow in the wall.

Mary looked on her watch. "Okay, so we still have couple minutes. And we are plus one guy, so we should be ready soon."

They entered the changing room which was bigger than an average locker-room and had a couch at the wall for immobile patients. There were also some soft padded benches at the opposite wall.

"So Luke, we need to change Greg into swimming clothes and for that we need to get him on the couch first. You did well, when we helped him in the chair some minutes ago, so this should be no prob' for you now." Mary gave the nervous young man an encouraging smile and then left Veronica and Luke in the changing room. "Were did she go?" Luke asked Veronica unsurely. "Oh she just speaks with the therapists about some doctors orders and gives them Greg's chart."

She started to unbuckle Greg and then gave Luke orders to stabilize Greg's body.

Soon the unmotivated young man was sitting on the stretcher with a sour face expression. Veronica zipped down the hoody and then slowly lifted it over Greg's head. It was not easy for him to remain in his seated balance during that procedure but with a supporting hand from Luke he managed. When his chest was bare, he was laid down on his back and Veronica pulled down the sweatpants. She also put her hand on the diaper to check if it was wet. They would never the less have to put Greg into waterproof ones. "Luke please hand me the cleaning kit from over there as he has soiled himself. We need to change him."

While Greg tried to stoically stare to the ceiling he was freed of the wet diaper and then got carefully cleaned. Veronica swaddled him into a waterproof diaper and then they helped him into tight black neoprene swim trunks. Finally Greg was nestled into a fluffy bathrobe and again sitting in his wheelchair.

Luke pushed him to the water basin, where they were greeted by the therapists. "Hey there," A blonde woman named Sandy smiled at Greg's nurses and chatted some with them. Then she kneeled next to Greg: "Hey Greggo. How are you doing today? I don't like that pouty look on your handsome face!" Sandy knew about the extreme moodchanges on TBI patients and put her hand on the young man's knee. She told him with a bright smile, that she knew he would be able to do it and then unbuckled his harness that confined him to the wheelchair. Fred, another therapist went to help her and soon Greg was sitting on a bench in nothing but his diaper and neoprene swimtrunks.

"Uuuhhh…" The water was cold. Greg absolutely hated it. He would for sure get sick. He started to chatter his teeth. Then he looked over to an old woman that was helped inside the water by her therapists. She was really nervous and obviously afraid. Evidently she was a new patient.

Greg had never felt afraid of the water. Being a Californian guy he loved to surf and the beach was practically where he grew up.

Plus he was always securely held by his two therapists.

After 30 min of therapy Greg was totally exhausted. It was nearly too much of an effort to keep his eyes open.

Sandy laughed at Greg when they carried him to the pool edge, where they sat him down. "I'm really proud of you today Greg! You did great. You are moving your muscles so much better then when we started!" Greg smiled at her tiredly.

There was nothing he wished more than returning to his old self.