“I’m going to go out on a limb and say you’re upset.”
Jonas didn’t respond just tried to push the weight away from his body once more. Four years ago this weight would have been nothing. And now, well, now everything was different.
And he hated it.
“Last time you said you were going to be visiting your family. How’d that go?”
He really didn’t want to talk about that. So, he concentrated on the exercise instead. His leg was trembling, though. “Two more,” the man beside him said. “Then, you’ll be done.”
And Jonas thought he got the hint because he didn’t say another word as he finally finished the exercises. The man helped him sit up then handed him a towel to wipe the sweat away from his face.
“You want to talk about it now?”
Jonas glared at him. Apparently he hadn’t gotten the point. “Look,” the man said, “I know I’m just the physical therapist, and you have someone else you’re talking to. Doesn’t mean you can’t say things to me. There is a connection between mind and body. You’ve got to heal both of them.”
Great. Yet another reminder he was a different person now. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Yeah, I kind of figured that. Still, think you might need to. Your folks act badly?”
Jonas shook his head. “It’s only my mom. Any my brother and two sisters. They were all fine. My brother, Toby, is already coming up with options for me if I can’t go back.” Jonas caught the shimmer of pity in the man’s eyes. Yeah, he knew, but he didn’t want to admit it to himself yet.
“So what happened then?”
Jonas realized the man wasn’t just going to give it up. He dropped his head into his hands. “Saw my ex-boyfriend.” The words felt like they were ripped out of him. “It’s been almost five years.”
“What did he do?”
“Nothing,” Jonas said. “He walked away. He saw this–” he gestured to one side of his face– “and he just walked away. He always just walks away.” He’d barely realized he was crying until the other man put an arm around his shoulders. He hadn’t cried when Isaac first broke up with him. Or when he woke up in the hospital. Or through these weeks of physical therapy, no matter how much it hurt. But this, Isaac not even being able to look at his face, broke him down.
It had made him feel exactly what everyone was trying to convince him he wasn’t. Broken.
Today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt was to use limb any way we want. And once again a line of dialogue popped into my head. And I took it from there. This will happen at the beginning of Jonas & Isaac’s story(which I don’t even have plotted, though I did jot some notes down for it). Going to have to figure out exactly why Isaac walked away and what will get him to walk back. 🙂