Theo’s POV
I feel like I’m trapped!
The hours tick by oh so slowly. I’m just so incredibly frustrated this afternoon, trying desperately to get my body to respond and do whatever I desire it to do. I want so badly just to even make my fingers or my toes to wiggle like normal, but I am left sorely disappointed.
During the long hours of solitude between visits from my ‘loving’ family, I have nothing but my own thoughts to keep me company, and they are poor company indeed. I can’t help but fall into a deep lethargic depression.
Father stops by to mention that the special wheelchair has been placed on a rush order and will arrive the day after tomorrow. Coincidentally, right before we head back to Romania. I notice he barely even looks at me. I can only assume that he’s ashamed
