Chapter 3“Hello, my name is Prisha Bhattacharya. Sorry, I know it’s a mouthful. Just call me Prisha. I’m here to start your physical therapy.” Prisha is a tall, willowy Indian woman, with a long plait of black hair almost to her waist, the loveliest big brown eyes, and quite dark skin. Arkady thinks that if he weren’t as gay as a double rainbow, he’d fall in instant lust with her, for her beautiful warm smile alone.
“Arkady Alkaev, but I’m sure your notes say that, and do not worry. I’ve had to apologize to people for my name all my life. Some Americans, they are not very good with pronouncing unfamiliar names. I have had people ask to call me Alex.” Arkady hasn’t said that many words in a row in the last two days of being in the hospital. His parents have visited each day, but Arkady has
