[Samara]
“I don’t want to be here,” Ben muttered as I rolled him through the open doors. This was his first time in here to see his physical therapist so that they could start working on his leg. “I’ve been doing fine at home,” I didn’t disagree with him because he had been doing quite a bit at home. Exercises at home weren’t exactly the same thing, but I didn’t point that out either.
“Ben,” a man said as he spotted us hovering by the door. “Come on over,” I made a move to push the wheelchair, but Ben wheeled closer before I could do anything. “And you are?” the man asked as he looked over at me.
“I’m Samara, Ben’s friend,” I quickly introduced myself before Ben got any ideas.
“Great, well…will you be sitting in on our session?” he questioned, and I glanced down at Ben. He didn’t look
