Returning to the rehab wing following his therapy session with Jonas, Ryan glanced in the direction of the physical therapy clinic. He wondered if André was done with his appointment with Gwen. Walking to the doors, he saw that the two were still working.
André was walking between Gwen and another therapist. He held a tripod cane in his left hand. His right leg dragged as he walked; only by leaning on the cane and elevating his hip, could he bring it forward enough to support his weight so he could move his left leg forward. His face was contorted with concentration. Ryan stood at the doorway and felt a surge of compassion for the man who was working so hard to overcome the events of the last seventy-two hours. His desire to rush to his side and support him was almost overwhelming. He ha
