Letting My Brother's Best Friend Take My V-Card

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The nurses and physiotherapist moved around me, their hands careful but firm as they lifted me into the wheelchair. It was the most frustrating thing I'd ever experienced. My limbs felt like dead weight, my body unrecognizable.

I gritted my teeth as they adjusted the supports, keeping me steady. Every small movement sent little tremors through my weak muscles.

At least I was moving them. Slowly.

"We'll start with some basic functions," one of the therapists said, offering me a cup of water with a straw. "Swallowing first. Small sips."

I did as instructed, the water feeling strange and thick in my throat. My body didn't quite remember how to do something so simple, and it took all my focus not to choke.

The doctor stood nearby, watching with an approving nod. "Your breathing is improving as well. If things continue at this rate, we can start weaning you off the ventilator by the end of the week."

I nodded slightly, my eyes dropping to my lap. My fingers twitched against the blanket draped over my legs.

My body wasn't mine.

My arms were too thin, my skin too pale. I hadn't dared to look

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yet, afraid of what I'd

I'd lifted my arms today. All

But it

A win.

when the doors to my private room burst

Loud voices. Quick footsteps.

and as much as it

Josh.

breathing fast, his eyes darting across the room until they landed on

dreams or memories or whatever

off like he barely felt it. His

His whole face changed.

here, that I was awake and I was me-but before.I could, I saw

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seconds, dropping to his knees, his hands cupping my face like he needed to

forehead, warm and desperate, his breath

low and fast for me to make sense of.

it over, and with shaky fingers, I scribbled out the only thing I

dropped to the words, his breath