23. Gordon – Rehabilitation
After the crash, he shattered. There followed months of surgeries, of pins and artificially knitted bones, doctors stitching and pulling and filling him to the gills with medication.
After four months in hospital, he was out of the wheelchair and into recovery – physically, at least. Mentally? Not even just a different story; that was an entirely different genre.
Gordon had taken his fair share of knocks over the years – more than his fair share, really. Each time, he bounced back faster, stronger, and maybe a little wiser. This time, though, things were different. There was one fundamental difference this time from any previous injury.
This time is was his fault.
He had been going too fast. He had ignored orders. He had lost control. He thought he knew everything, that nothing would eve go wrong.
And then he'd been torn limb from limb, seams ripped apart and his stuffing scattered to the waves.
The physical recovery was easy. He would be tracked with scars for the rest of his life, but it meant little to a man so heavily scarred already.
The mental recovery? That would take more than a little rehabilitation.