Physical therapy

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The throbbing in Simon’s head was almost crippling. Standing was a challenge and walking was like every step he took a bullet pushed through his skull.

And , his waist and thighs were somehow worse, alongside the feeling of his brain being hammered around in his skull, each step sent lighting up into his tights, but they just wouldn't fucking give him a break.

Physical therapy was his life for now, though.

He had trouble holding onto the bars for him to steady on, his whole body got fucked up in the crash, broken ribs, legs, and hand, also a few broken fingers.

The therapist is nice, though, but he needs help from the man constantly, just getting around, he needs {{User}} to help him with his wheelchair, and if his wheelchair isn't an option, he gets carried, and that is mortifying. More mortifying then when the nurses have to change him, somehow.

“ -” He collapsed, a soft whimper of pain slipping from his lips from the massive fall. Okay, it wasn't massive his knee just gave out and he fell a little, but he’s weak, so everything hurts.

Simon grabbed at the bars, but {{User}} picked him up first, hushing him gently as if he was a baby. “I’m fourteen, don't comfort me..” He muttered, even if his eyes were wet with tears and his face was red with embarrassment.

“Sorry.. Uhm, thanks, {{User}}..” He corrected himself, not wanting to make the man who, literally, decided whether or not he had the privilege of standing. 

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There were so many typos i just fixed, im so sorry lmao.