Fadedwords

Not the Kind of Girl

Rebecca Fox had never been the kind of girl anyone noticed.  She seemed to blend into every crowd and had never done anything that stood out in anyone’s mind.  She wasn’t ugly… and she also wasn’t pretty.  She just was.  She was plain, or at least that’s what everyone told her.  She had straight brown hair that hung to the center of her back.  Her eyes were a nondescript brown and she wore glasses to read, which she was often seen doing.  She was of average height and usually wore jeans and a t-shirt.  At twenty she had had only a few casual boyfriends and couldn’t see herself ever getting married.

“Dad?” Rebecca asked one evening after dinner.  Her father was sitting in his study, looking over some papers.  He was an orthopedic surgeon and had his own practice.  Mr. Fox glanced up, seeming to barely notice she was there.

“What is it Rebecca?” he replied, still reading his papers.  She moved further into the room and sat down on the sofa.

“I have a midterm Friday, so I’m going to skip the hospital for the next few days,” she explained.  This got his attention.  For as long as she could remember, Rebecca had volunteered at the local hospital in the physical therapy room.  Her father had first suggested it when she was thirteen, and it was generally a bad idea to disappoint him.

“You couldn’t put it a few hours in the afternoon?” he questioned.  She shook her head, sighing inwardly.

“No.  I’m struggling with this class as it is, so I can’t afford to miss any study time.” Mr. Fox looked at her for a few more moments and then shrugged his broad shoulders.

“Talk to Claire and explain it to her,” he murmured, picking up his folder again.  Rebecca stood up.

“Alright.  Thanks Dad,” she said, walking out slowly.

Claire Miller had been the head of physical therapy at County General Hospital for five years.  She was one of the few people who paid attention to Rebecca Fox… actually thought the girl had a lot of potential.  She glanced up from her work when she heard someone come into the office.  Rebecca was standing in the doorway.

“Hey Beck, what’s going on?” she asked.  Rebecca smiled and shrugged her shoulders, brown hair falling over them.

“Not too much.  I just wanted to tell you I won’t be in for the next few days because I have a midterm Friday.  Dad told me to come and clear it with you.” Claire smiled.

“That’s fine sweetie.  I have a new patient coming in this afternoon and I’d like you to help with him.  He’s around your age so I thought you two may hit it off,” she explained.  Rebecca smiled.

“Trying to set me up with patients?” she kidded, pulling her hair into a ponytail.  Claire laughed too, standing and going into the main therapy room.

“Nah.  I thought it might help that he had someone his own age around.  Maybe you’ll be able to relate to him better than an old lady like me,” Claire said with a wink.

“What’s he coming for?” This time Claire frowned.

“He was in a car accident… and has a spinal cord injury.” Rebecca sighed softly.

“Where is it?”

“C-3.  He has a good prognosis, but his doctor is worried that his attitude is going to defeat everything.  He was a good athlete and I guess he’s got the whole defeated thing going on in his head.” After a brief pause Claire said, “You might know him actually.”

“How?”

“He went to your high school.” Rebecca looked at Claire, a slight frown on her face.

“What’s his name?”

“Steven Busco.” There was no way for Rebecca to hide her surprise.  Steven Busco had been one of the most popular guys at her high school.  Every girl had had a crush on him… including her.  He had never seemed to notice her, unless he’d needed help in English.

“Are you sure it’s Steven Busco?” she demanded.  Claire nodded and grinned.

“Yup.  I hear he’s kind of cute Beck.  Is that just a rumor or is it the truth?” she teased.  Rebecca rolled her eyes.

“Not that it matters, because he’d never look at me twice, but he’s good looking.” Claire frowned and put her arm around Rebecca’s shoulders.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit hon.  This Steven guy… if he doesn’t notice you then there’s something more seriously wrong with him than a spinal cord injury.” Rebecca laughed sadly, but walked over to a patient who was working with the peg board without saying a word.

Steven Busco was wheeled into the rehab room in a wheelchair.  He was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt that had the Notre Dame emblem on it.  Rebecca watched him from one of the tables where she was working with a young girl.  Steven was frowning as he listened to Claire.  He shook his head, dark hair falling over his forehead.  Rebecca couldn’t tell what he was saying, but she could tell he wasn’t happy.

“Sarah, wait here for just a second,” she said, patting the girl’s shoulder and smiling.  She nodded and kept working at her therapy.  Rebecca walked over to Claire and smiled.  “Hey, looks like we’ve got ourselves a newbie,” she said with a smile, glancing at Steven.  He looked at her for a moment and then turned back to Claire.

“Listen, I don’t want to be here.  I can’t walk… I don’t see the point of sitting here for an hour every day for nothing,” he muttered.

“Steven, we understand that right now you’re feeling defeated, but trust me… with your injury there’s a very good chance that you’ll be able to walk again,” Claire assured him.  Steven looked at Rebecca again.

“Here doing your good deed for the day?” he asked.  Rebecca bit her bottom lip and glanced away.

“I work here part time… have since high school,” she told him.  He laughed, a little bitterly.

“Not a big surprise.  So are you supposed to help me here Fox?  If you are, save your time and mine.  Work with someone else,” he said.  Claire sighed.

“Listen Steven, Rebecca helps out with most of our patients, and she’ll help out with you as long as you’re comfortable with that.  I heard you knew each other in high school.” Steven opened his mouth to speak, but Rebecca cut him off.

“We didn’t know each other, and if we did Steven Busco would never admit to knowing me.  I think I’ll skip helping out with this patient Claire.  No point wasting my time with someone who obviously doesn’t want my help,” she said, turning and walking back to Sarah.  Claire watched and sighed.  Steven cleared his throat.

“Can I go back to my room now?” he muttered.  Claire nodded slowly.

“Sure.  Someone will stop up to do some simple exercises later.” The orderly with Steven turned the chair and pushed him from the room.

Someone had to go to Steven’s room to do some exercises to make sure his muscles didn’t atrophy.  Claire volunteered Rebecca for the job.  Rebecca went reluctantly, knowing that he was going to be the same as he had been the previous day.  She knocked on the door when she reached it.

“I’m not in the mood for any visitors now!” Steven called.  Rebecca sighed and walked in anyway.

“Well I’m not really in the mood to visit, but it’s my job,” she said, moving to the side of the bed.  Steven scowled and watched as she pulled          her long hair into a ponytail.

“You don’t have to stay.  I won’t tell anyone you left me alone,” he assured her.  She smiled and started to pull back his covers.  Steven grabbed them, an angry look in his eyes.  “Just leave me alone,” he muttered.  She glared back at him.

“Listen, if you don’t let me do this your muscles will atrophy and you won’t stand a chance of ever walking again.”  He didn’t let go of the blankets.

“I’m not going to walk again anyway, so what’s the point?” he shot back.  Rebecca sighed, putting her hands on her hips.

“Believe it or not, I know what I’m talking about.  I read the doctor’s prognosis and it’s good.  If you’re willing to work you’ll walk again.” He looked away from her and she took the opportunity to toss back the covers.  He opened his mouth to protest but she said, “Just be quiet and let me do my job.” He sighed, but didn’t say anything as she started to bend and unbend his legs.

Claire was in her office when Rebecca returned from Steven’s room.  She smiled up at her and asked, “So how did it go hun?” Rebecca plopped down in a chair and shrugged.

“He let me do what I needed to do, but not without a ten minute argument and a wrestle over the blankets.” Claire chuckled.

“He’s going to come around Beck.  I think you’re going to be the one who makes him realize that he can do it.  If anyone can, you can.  You and he, you’re on the same wavelength.” Rebecca laughed a slight bitterness in its tone.

“Claire, he and I aren’t even on the same planet.  He let me do the exercises because I wouldn’t leave him alone until he did.” Claire looked at her seriously.

“Well, then I guess it’s a good thing you’re around.  You’ll be getting him to do a lot of things that way.” Rebecca frowned.

“What do you mean?” she demanded.

“I’m going to let you be pretty much in charge of his therapy.  I’ll schedule things, but you do it.  I sent three people up yesterday, and no one could get him to let them do the exercises.  I want you to continue with the exercises in his room until Monday, and then get him down here and start on the board.” Rebecca watched as Claire stood up and put some papers in the filing cabinet.

“Have you lost your mind?  He hates me, and I’m not too fond of him myself.  I can’t strong arm him into all the stuff we’re going to need to do to help rehabilitate him!” Claire looked at Rebecca.

“Well, hate is a very powerful emotion.  Maybe you can turn it into an advantage.  Listen Beck, I have faith that you can help this kid.  It’s going to be hard work… it’d be hard for any of us.  I just think you’ll have more luck because you know him, and you’ll know better how to handle him.” Rebecca sighed, knowing that she’d never win.

“Fine.  I’m going to go do some work in the gym,” she muttered, turning and going out.  Claire sat down at her desk again, a small smile on her face.

Steven stared out his window early Monday morning.  It was snowing.  He looked down at his useless legs and let out a frustrated sigh.

“Stupid legs,” he muttered.  He thought about basketball season starting up, how he’d never be able to play again.  He thought about the end of football season, how he’d started every game since he was a freshman in high school… and how this year, his junior year of college, the team had won their division title.  That was all over now.  With a frustrated growl he swiped his arm across the over-bed table and sent the water jug and his breakfast tray flying across the room.  They clattered to the ground just as Rebecca walked in.  She glanced around and then at him.

“Well, good morning to you too.  Looks like you’ve got a lot of energy this morning, let’s put it to use,” she said.  He glared at her.

“Do your stupid exercises and leave me alone,” he muttered.  She pushed his wheelchair to the side of the bed and patted his thigh, knowing he’d hear it even if he couldn’t feel it.

“Today we’re going downstairs.  Come on, let’s go.  I’ll help you transition to your chair.” Steven looked at her, a frown on his handsome face.

“Listen Fox, I’m not going anywhere.  And you couldn’t get me into that chair even if I wanted to go.” She glared at him, hands on her hips.

“You wanna’ bet?” she demanded.  He glanced out the window and she could tell she had him.  “You just don’t want to lose.  Fine, that’s ok.  I win by forfeit.” He looked at her for a long moment and then sighed.

“Dream on Fox.  Go ahead and try to move me.” She nodded.

“Alright, but you’ve got to follow the rules.” His frown deepened, but he didn’t say anything.  “All you have to do is do what I say, and I’ll get you into the chair,” she said.  He nodded stiffly.

“Fine.  I’ll do what you say… what do I get when I win the bet?” She smiled and bent down to make sure the brakes were set on the chair.

“Well, if you win, I’ll do your regular exercises only and I’ll steal you an ice cream cup later.” He thought about it for a minute.

“Not that you will, but what do you get if you win?”

“If I win, you go downstairs and do some work.” His head flopped back on the pillows.

“What’s the point in that?” he demanded.  She shrugged.

“Hey, if you think I’ll win…” she murmured, trailing off and starting to move the chair away.

“No!  Wait.  You can’t move me anyway.  Let’s go.  I like ice cream.” She nodded.

“Alright.  I want you to sit up straight, I’ll crank up the bed to help you a little.” He did as he was told and Rebecca fixed the bed.  “Now, I’m going to move your legs so they’re hanging over the edge of the bed.  I want you to put your arms on my shoulders and lock your fingers together.” He did that and could feel her moving him around so his legs were over the side of the bed.  “I know you can’t feel it, but your feet are touching the ground.  I’m going to count to three.  While I do that I want you to lean back, and when I reach three go forward as hard as you can.  You have to trust me, that I won’t let you fall,” she said.  He looked at her seriously and then nodded.

“OK.”

“Here we go.  One, two, three,” she said.  When she reached three he went forward and she pulled him up so he was standing, all his weight resting on her shoulders.  In one smooth motion she pivoted and guided him into the wheelchair.  He let go of her shoulders and she pulled away with a smile.  “Let’s get you down to the PT room and do some work,” she said, moving his feet onto the foot rests.  Steven watched her for a moment and then glanced away.

“You got lucky Fox,” he muttered.  She smiled and undid the brakes, moving behind him and pushing him out of the room and down the hall.

“You’re probably right.  I mean, I’ve only been doing this for five years… I hadn’t mastered that skill quite yet,” she said sarcastically.  They reached the therapy room and she took him to one of the flat beds that lay low to the ground used for therapy with spinal cord patients.  It was covered in a blue mat and was wide enough to roll around and do a lot of stretching and moving.  She moved in front of him and locked the brakes again.

“What now?” he asked.  She glanced at the therapy bed.

“Well, I’ve got another bet for you.  Double or nothing… two ice cream cups if you can do it.”

“You’re on,” he said.

“I want you to lift yourself onto the edge of the bed using your arm.  Just push yourself over, like this.” There was another chair next to the bed.  Rebecca sat in it and then pushed herself up onto her arms, and swung over to the mat covered bed.  “I’ll be right here to help,” she said.

“I won’t need any,” he said.  She stood up and moved to his side.

“Alright.  Double or nothing… two ice cream cups if you win.” He nodded, took a deep breath and then did exactly what she’d shown him.  Her hands were on his waist… he didn’t realize it until he glanced down and saw them there.

“Told you I could do it,” he muttered.  She smiled.

“Good, saved me the trouble of carting your big butt around.  Let’s get to work… see how many ice cream cups you can get out of me.” He scowled a bit.

“Alright.  Let’s go.” Neither one of them noticed Claire watching them from her office door as they started to go through exercises.  She smiled, watching for a moment before going back to work.

Later that evening Rebecca picked up three ice cream cups from the cafeteria and took the elevator up to Steven’s room.  She knocked and then opened the door, stopping dead in her tracks when she looked inside.  Friends, many of them people she’d known from high school, surrounded Steven.  They all looked at her for a moment and then glanced at Steven.

“Hey, who invited the dork, Bus?” one of the guys asked, calling Steven by his high school nickname.  Steven glanced at Rebecca and then smiled at his friend.

“She works here… does some stupid therapy crap with me.  Did ya’ bring me my ice cream Fox?” he asked.  She nodded slowly and stepped in, putting them down on his tray.

“Here you go.  Better eat up or they’ll melt,” she muttered.  He nodded, but said nothing.  “I’ll see you tomorrow for therapy,” she said, turning and walking out.  As the door swung closed she could hear the guys inside start to laugh again.  She drew in a deep breath and walked slowly down the hall.

Several weeks passed, and Steven continued to make slow progress.  They still made bets, and usually he won.  Rebecca had never bought so many ice cream cups in her entire life.  She was on break from college, so she worked long hours at the hospital.  Claire decided to offer her a part time job, and she took it, knowing it would look good on her resume to have actual therapy experience.

“Hey Beck, where’s Steven?  Isn’t he supposed to be here now?” Claire asked one morning.  Rebecca nodded.

“Yeah.  I’m on my way to get him now,” she replied.  Her hair was pulled back in a French braid, and she was wearing a scrub shirt and jeans.

“You look pretty today hun.” Rebecca glanced at her over her shoulder and smiled, rolling her eyes.

“You’re full of crap again today,” she murmured with a laugh.  Claire smiled and watched as the girl disappeared.

Rebecca knocked on Steven’s door and was surprised to hear him call, “Go away Fox.” She opened the door slowly, going in quietly.  Steven was looking out the window.

“Hey,” she said.  He sighed.

“I told you to go away.” She moved to the end of the bed and looked at him seriously.  He had a sad look in his eyes.

“It’s time to go do some work.  There are ice cream cups at stake,” she said, smiling a little.  He shook his head.

“No ice cream cups today.  No work today Fox,” he muttered.  Rebecca frowned, moving to the side of the bed and putting her hand on his thigh.

“Come on, I’ll up the ante.” He looked at her and then down at her hand.  He stared at it for a long moment.

“You know something Fox, there’s not enough god damn ice cream in the whole world to fix this,” he said.  He was still looking at her hand.

“I didn’t say that ice cream would fix…” Steven cut her off angrily.

“Just shut up!  All the stupid exercises… everything is useless!” he yelled.  She jumped a little, frowning.  “I can’t do anything other than move myself around using my arms!  I can’t move my goddamn big toe let alone my legs!  Hell, I can’t even feel your hand on my leg.  I can’t feel your hand, Fox!” he exclaimed.  She swallowed hard, biting her bottom lip to keep from crying.  He looked away again, a tear slipping down his cheek.  He wiped it away roughly.

“I know that it’s frustrating and that it feels like you’re not making any progress, but you are.  Really, you are.  Trust me, I wouldn’t push you as hard as I do if I didn’t think we were getting somewhere,” she said quietly.  “I definitely wouldn’t keep buying you all that damn ice cream if you weren’t doing something to deserve it.” He looked at her for a minute and then smiled a little before drawing in a deep breath.

“I win that ice cream fair and square,” he muttered.  She smiled and gave his shoulder a squeeze.

“Yeah, yeah.  Come on, let’s go.  Get off your butt and let’s get downstairs,” she said.  He took another deep breath and then nodded.

“OK.  Let’s go.”

Christmas Eve came quickly that year.  Rebecca didn’t have to work that day, but she went in to the hospital to drop off some gifts.  She stopped down to the therapy room and went in to Claire’s office.

“Hey Beck, Merry Christmas,” she said, standing and giving the girl a hug.  Rebecca smiled.

“I brought you your present.  Don’t open it until tomorrow.” Claire nodded and put it in her bag.

“I’ll save it.  Do you and your dad have plans for tonight?” Rebecca glanced away for a moment and then forced a smile.

“Nah.  Dad had to go and get some work done.  We’ll open presents and stuff tomorrow before he goes back to work,” she replied.  Claire nodded.

“You’re welcome to come to our house tonight hun.  The kids would love to see you.”

“Thanks Claire.  I think I’ll go home and finish up some wrapping and all that, and then get some sleep.  It’s been a busy season for me this year.”

“Alright.  If you change your mind just come on over.  We’ll all be there and probably up for awhile.” Rebecca nodded.

“I’ll keep it in mind.  Tell everyone I send my love,” she said, turning and walking out.  Claire sighed and then pulled on her coat, shutting out all the lights as she left.

Rebecca decided to stop up to see Steven before she left.  She had a present for him, and wanted to give it to him in person rather than leave it at the main desk.  She knocked on the door.

“Come on in!” he called.  She went in and smiled at him.

“Hey,” she said.  He smiled back.

“Hey.” He was sitting up in bed, wearing a pair of sweats and a T-shirt.  Amazingly enough his room was empty.

“I was expecting a room full of people,” she said, plopping down in a chair next to the bed.  He shrugged.

“Mom and Dad were here earlier.  They had some party to go to… and most of the guys are with their family.  Just me and the TV tonight,” he explained.  She laughed a little.

“Yeah, I know what you mean.  That’s what I’ll be doing when I get back home.”

“Where’s your dad?” She glanced away.

“He had to work.  No rest for the workaholics,” she said with a smile.  It was a sad smile though.

“Well why don’t you hang out here?  At least that way we’ll have somebody to watch TV with.  You could probably score us some more ice cream,” he said with a grin.  She laughed.

“You’re going to turn into an ice cream cup.  It’s a good thing I work you so hard in therapy, or you’d be gaining weight from all that ice cream.” He grinned.

“Come on, it’s Christmas.  Go steal us some goodies.” She smiled and stood up.

“Alright, alright.  You convinced me.  Don’t go running off anywhere, I’ll be back in a second.” He nodded and watched as she walked out of the room.  She came back a little while later, carrying her backpack.

“Get anything?” he asked.  She smiled and winked at him.

“What do you think?” She unzipped the bag and dumped it out on the bed.  There were several ice cream cups, some candy, cookies, and a couple cans of soda.

“Where the heck did you find all this?” he demanded.  She laughed, handing him an ice cream cup and a spoon.

“Well… it’s amazing what you’ll find at the nurses’ station at Christmas time.  They keep all sorts of goodies there.”

“You stole it all?” he said, eyes wide.  Rebecca nodded.

“Sure did.  Eat up, there can’t be any evidence.” He laughed and they started to eat.  They snacked and watched TV for close to an hour.  Rebecca glanced at her watch and said, “I should probably get going soon.  It’s getting late,” she said.  He nodded.

“Yeah.” She glanced out the window.

“Oh!  I almost forgot,” she said.  She took a gift bag out of her bag.  “This is for you.  Merry Christmas.” He glanced at the present and then at her.

“You didn’t have to get me anything Fox,” he said.  She smiled.

“I know.  I wanted to though.  Go ahead and open it.” He pulled the tissue paper out of the way and lifted out the first wrapped present.  He opened it and smiled.  It was a New York Jets jersey, the number 90 on it and the name Byrd on the back.  “I remembered the day we talked about Dennis Byrd while we were working, and you said you loved the Jets.  I thought you’d like it,” she said.  He smiled.

“I love it,” he said sincerely.

“Keep going, there’s more.” He pulled out the next present and opened it.  There were two books inside; one was tattered and looked as if it had been read many times.  The other was brand new with a black cover and blank pages inside.  “The first one is my copy of Rise and Walk… it’s the story Dennis Byrd wrote about his experience.  I’ve read it a bunch of times since I started volunteering here, and I’ve lent it to a lot of people with spinal cord injuries… especially they guys.  They always find it really helpful,” she explained.  He opened the front cover and looked at it in awe.

“Is that actually his autograph?” he asked.  She smiled.

“Yeah.  Claire was friends with his physical therapist, and one time she took me to meet her.  It just so happened that Dennis was there, and I had the book with me.  I told him that everyone I had worked with always found his book so inspirational, and how inspirational I had found it… so he signed it for me.”

“That’s really cool.  I’ll get it back to you as soon as I read it,” he said.  She shook her head, putting her hand on his.

“No.  I want you to keep it.  I have another copy at home.” Steven shook his head.

“Come on Fox, this is signed by Dennis Byrd.” She grinned.

“Yeah, I know.  You love the Jets though… just keep it.” He sighed, but gave a smile.

“Alright, you win.  What’s the other one?” he asked, looking at the other book.

“It’s a journal… I know, kind of cheesy… but I thought you’d like it.  The pages are blank, and I remembered you use to be pretty good at art in high school.” He smiled.

“Thanks, it’s great.  Anything else in there?” he asked.

“Two more things.  And I don’t want you to flip out too much over either one of them.  My Dad knows a lot of people… he’s one of the best orthopedic guys in the area, so neither one of these presents was hard to get.”

“You’re scaring me here Fox,” he said.  She laughed and hit his shoulder playfully.

“Just open them.  There’s only one more actual present, and there’s a card.  Open the present first.” He did as she said, staring at it in disbelief.  It was a football, and there were autographs all over it.

“Is this what I think it is?” he demanded.

“Well, it depends on what you think it is.  My Dad has done a lot of work on the guys from the Jets, and I’ve met some of them down in the therapy room.  I met Chad Pennington this spring, so I asked Dad if he could call in a favor.  I told him about you, and Chad said he’d get you a game ball… have the guys sign it.”

“I can’t believe you got me a ball that the whole team signed… that’s the most amazing present anyone has ever given me.” She smiled.

“Glad you like it.  The last one has conditions… in order to keep them, you’ve gotta’ do something.”

“What?”

“Open it first, and then I’ll tell you.” He opened the card and looked inside.  There was a set of season tickets inside.

“Holy… How the hell did you manage this?” he demanded.

“Same way.  As nuts as my dad is, it’s good to have him around sometimes.  Helps to know people,” she said with a wink.

“So what’re the conditions?”

“You have to walk into the stadium.  You can’t go unless you walk in.  I’ll go until you can walk in, if that’s what it takes.  But you have to walk in.” He looked at her seriously for a long moment, and then turned away.

“Think I’ll be up and around by next season?” he asked softly.  Rebecca put her hand on his shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Absolutely,” she assured him.  He looked at her and smiled.

“Thanks Fox,” he said.

“Hey, you’ve worked really hard… and you’re doing a really good job.  Thought I should show you just how proud of you I am.” She was sitting on the edge of the bed, and Steven reached out and pulled her into his chest.  He hugged her for a long moment before she pulled away.

“I didn’t get you anything,” he muttered.  She turned away, blushing a little.

“Sure you did.  You’ve worked hard and have made a lot of progress.  That’s the only present I need,” she said.  He smiled.

“Thanks.  For everything,” he said.  She nodded and stood up.

“You’re welcome.  You just keep working hard… I don’t like football that much, so you have to be walking to go to the games next season.” He laughed.

“That’s not at all selfish.” She grinned as she pulled her coat on.

“Hey, I never said I was here just to help you out.” He laughed.  “I’m going to head home, but I’ll see you Friday,” she said.  He nodded.

“Have a good Christmas,” he said.  She smiled.

“You too.  Bye bye.” He watched as she walked out and then looked at the gifts she’d given him.

“Wow,” he murmured.

Rebecca watched as her father pulled out of the driveway on New Year’s Eve.  She stood by the window for a moment, combing her fingers through her long hair as she turned and walked away.  It was early, only around seven o’clock.

“What am I suppose to do tonight?” she murmured to herself.  She went into the kitchen and looked around.  A box of brownies caught her eye and she smiled.  “That’s a good idea,” she said softly.  She pulled her hair up into a ponytail and made the brownie batter.  When the pan was in the oven cooking she went upstairs and cleaned up.  She went into her room and pulled off her sweatshirt, grabbing her red sweater from the closet.  It was one of her favorites.  She decided to leave her hair down, something she rarely did.  When she was done changing Rebecca glanced at her watch and saw that it was almost time to get the brownies out of the oven.  She jogged back downstairs and checked on them before pulling them out and setting them on the counter.  She let them cool for a few moments before covering the pan with foil, putting her jacket on, and walking out of the house.

Visiting hours were over at the hospital, but everyone knew Rebecca so they didn’t stop her.  She went to Steven’s room and went in.  He was reading the book she had given him for Christmas, and she smiled.

“I knew you’d like it,” she said.  Steven jumped a little, and then smiled at her.

“Hey.  What are you doing here tonight?” he asked.  She shrugged and put the pan of brownies down on his table.

“Just thought you might like some company to ring in the New Year.  They can be pretty strict, even on holidays about letting patients have visitors.  They hardly ever give me a hard time about visiting.”

“Working here has perks huh?” he kidded.  Rebecca nodded, turning and pulling her coat of, tossing it over the back of a chair.  She turned around, tossing her hair back over her shoulder as she did.  Steven was looking at her, an unidentifiable look in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.  He swallowed hard and shook his head, laughing a bit.

“Nothing.  I just don’t think I’ve ever seen you with your hair not up.” She reached up and touched it self-consciously.

“Oh… I don’t usually wear it down; it gets in the way.” He kept looking at her so she asked, “It doesn’t look bad does it?”

“No!  No, of course not.  Just different, that’s all.  That sweater looks nice too,” he said, glancing away.  Rebecca glanced down at it and smiled a little.

“Thanks.  My Mom gave it to me.” He watched her closely as she glanced out the window, her eyes sad.

“You don’t talk about her much.  Usually it’s just your Dad,” he said.  She looked at him, surprised.

“Wow,” she muttered, shaking her head.

“What’s wrong?” Rebecca shook her head and laughed a little.

“It’s just funny, we went to school together from kindergarten until our senior year of high school… and you really didn’t ever notice me did you?” Steven frowned.

“I…” She shook her head again.

“It’s not a big deal.  Why would you notice me, right?  You were the popular jock, and I was just… Rebecca Fox.  Sometimes I just forget all that.” She was silent for a moment.  “My mom died when we were sophomores.  She had leukemia.” Steven swallowed hard.

“Well I win the idiot award, don’t I?” he muttered.  “I can’t believe I forgot that.” She was standing at the window, looking out in silence.  “Hey, I’m really sorry Fox,” he said sincerely.  She turned and looked at him, brushing a tear from her cheek.

“Forget it.  It was a long time ago.” She went over to the bed again, pulling the foil off the brownies.  “So I made brownies and thought you might like to have a little New Years party,” she said, forcing a smile before starting to cut him a piece.  Steven reached out and put his hand on her arm.

“Hey, don’t be upset with me ok?  I’m really sorry,” he murmured.  She looked at him and smiled again.

“I’m not upset with you,” she assured him.  She finished cutting the brownie and handed it to him.  “There.  Let me know how they are,” she said.  He looked at her for a moment and then took a bite.

“Mmmm.  Really good.  You should have one.” She cut herself one too and they ate in silence for a moment.  “So do you have anything to do tonight?” he asked suddenly.  She shrugged.

“Not really.  Most of my friends are with their parents or at parties or something.  Dad is out at an office party.  Happy New Year, right?” she kidded.  He laughed.

“Same here.  At least you’re not stuck in bed,” he said.  Rebecca frowned and put her hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t get upset ok?  This time next year, you’ll be out causing trouble with all your buddies,” she said.  Steven laughed.

“Sounds good.  Well why don’t you stay here and hang out?  Bet you could smuggle us in a pizza.” Rebecca laughed, brushing her hair over her shoulder.

“I think you’re using me for my ability to bring you good food.” He grinned sheepishly.

“Well… I do like pizza,” he muttered.  She smiled and rolled her eyes.

“Lemme’ see what I can do,” she said, walking out of the room.  She came back a few minutes later and gave him a thumbs up sign.

“Pizza?”  he asked hopefully.  She nodded.

“Yup.  It’ll be here in a few minutes.  The nurse at the desk said she’d bring it in, along with some sodas.  I think the pity story I gave her worked,” she said with a wink.  Steven laughed.

“You’re way too good at this stuff.”

“Yes I am.  It’s only 8:30 now… and I’m not sitting in that damn uncomfortable chair again tonight.  So scoot over and share the comfy seat,” she ordered.  Steven moved his upper body over and Rebecca moved his legs before climbing onto the bed next to him, sitting beside his hips.  “So what’s on TV until the ball drops?” she asked, looking at him over her shoulder.  He smiled and picked up the TV Guide.

Steven glanced at Rebecca.  She had fallen asleep at around 9:30, and had been sleeping soundly ever since.  It was almost midnight.  Her head was resting on the pillow beside him, hair falling across her face.  With a smile he brushed it away, slid it behind her ear gently.

“Hey Fox, wake up.  Almost time for the ball to drop,” he said.  Her eyes fluttered open, and when she realized that she’d been asleep, she blushed.

“Hi,” she muttered, sitting up slowly.  “God, how embarrassing.  I’m sorry I fell asleep… I must’ve been more tired than I thought.” He laughed and shook his head slowly.

“No problem.  I would’ve let you sleep longer, but the ball is going to drop in like two minutes.  Thought you might like to see it.” She smiled.

“Yeah.” She watched TV for a moment before looking at him and asking, “I didn’t snore did I?” Steven laughed hard for a minute, shaking his head.

“No,” he said when he finally stopped laughing.  She glared at him and stuck out her tongue.

“Good.” They were quiet for a moment and he nudged her shoulder with his elbow.  She glanced at him and smiled.  “You just wait until therapy Friday.  You’re in for it.” He grinned.

“All talk and no action,” he shot back.  She smiled and glanced back to the TV.

“Only one more minute,” she said.  They watched in silence as the minute passed, and as everyone in Time Square counted down the last ten seconds as the ball dropped.  They got to one and everyone on TV yelled, ‘happy new year’.  Rebecca looked at Steven and smiled.  “Happy New Year,” she said.  He grinned.

“Happy New Year Fox,” he said.  She leaned over and gave him a big hug.  They held on to each other for a long moment.  Steven let his fingers tangle in her hair for a brief moment.  “Your hair is really soft,” he murmured.  She pulled away a little and smiled at him.

“Thanks.” She swallowed hard as he continued to look at her seriously.  She could feel his hand slide up her back to the nape of her neck, and closed her eyes as he leaned closer.  Their lips touched for a brief moment before he pulled back suddenly.  She blushed and muttered, “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have…” Steven put his hands firmly on her shoulders.

“No, it’s OK.  Fox, I just moved my toe,” he said excitedly.  Her eyes widened and she looked at him seriously.

“What?” she demanded.

“I moved my toe.  I felt it,” he said quickly.  She slid off the bed and went to the end of the bed, pushing the covers back and taking off his socks.

“Do it again,” she said.  She watched closely as he moved his big toe.  She glanced up at him.  “Did you mean to do that?  Do it again!” He did and she hurried to the head of the bed again, pushing the call button and saying, “Could you send a nurse in here?” They said they would and she looked at Steven, smiling broadly.

“Rebecca, I moved my toe,” he said, holding on to her hand.  She nodded, giving his hand a squeeze.

“I told you so,” she said.  He pulled her down and hugged her hard.  “I told you,” she said again.

Steven’s doctor was very pleased when he heard the news, and even more pleased when Steven showed him.  He spoke with both Rebecca and Claire, praising them on their work and success with Steven.  By Monday Steven was more than ready to get down to the therapy room and do some work.  Rebecca had another patient before him, so he came down by himself.  She was just finishing up with a seven-year-old girl whose hand had been shattered in a snowmobile accident.  Steven watched from a distance.  Rebecca’s hair was pulled up in a ponytail and she was wearing a tank top and jeans.  It was usually warm in the therapy room.  When she was done Rebecca walked over to him with a smile on her face.

“Hey.  Heard your doctor was really excited too,” she said.  He nodded.

“Yeah.  Let’s get to work.  I want to keep everyone excited,” he said.  She laughed and they made their way to the flat bed.  Claire came up and smiled at him.

“I heard the good news kiddo.  Thought I’d give you guys a treat today.  Send you off to the pool.” Rebecca smiled.

“Oh great.  That’ll be fun.” Steven looked a little skeptical.

“How can I go in a pool?  I can’t swim,” he said.  Rebecca smiled.

“Trust me, you’ll be alright.  We give you water wings.” He gave her a nudge.

“Very funny Fox,” he muttered as she pushed him toward the locker room.

“Your trunks are in there already… you have a locker.  If you need help getting changed, one of the guys will come in.” He nodded.

“I’ll meet you in the pool room,” he said.

Rebecca was already in the pool room when Steven was wheeled in.  She and the other physical therapist got him into the sling and she dove into the pool.  Steven watched her as she surfaced.  She was wearing a red bathing suit that was covered with light colored flowers.  The other therapist started to lower Steven into the water and Rebecca stood by to help.  When he was submerged to his waist she handed him a body board.

“There you go.  Just hang on to that and I’ll help you out of the sling.” He nodded and Rebecca maneuvered him out of the sling.  She let him float for a while and then started on some exercises.  After twenty minutes they took a break.  Rebecca leaned against the wall of the pool and Steven just floated around on the body board.

“After you left the other night I just lay there and kept moving my damn toe, trying to move my other ones… or my whole foot.  I finally exhausted myself at around three,” he said.  She smiled.

“I could barely sleep I was so excited.  I kept seeing your toe moving every time I closed my eyes.” He laughed.

“How flattering.  My toe made your dreams.” She grinned and sent a spray of water his way.

“You should be flattered.  Not many peoples’ toes make my dreams,” she shot back.  He splashed her back.  Soon they were sending huge waves of water toward each other, laughing and gasping for air.  Steven reached out and grabbed the edge of the pool, pulling himself over and moving off the body board.  “Steve, be careful,” she said.  He splashed her again with his free hand.

“I’m fine Fox.  It’s not that deep anyway… I think even you could pull me up from the bottom.” She glared at him and sent another wave of water his way, hitting him directly in the face.  He sputtered and she laughed.  He reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her closer quickly.  She looked at him, still laughing and breathless.

“I could pull you up from the bottom,” she murmured, smiling.  “If I wanted to,” she added.  Steven tickled her side and she squirmed away, laughing.  “Stop!” she exclaimed.  He laughed, pulling her close again and looking at her seriously.

“I want to kiss you,” he said.  Rebecca’s smile faded slowly and she swallowed hard.  “Probably not such a good idea is it?” he asked.  She shook her head.

“No.  Probably not,” she replied.  He didn’t move back, and neither did she even though she probably would’ve had more luck moving.

“Last time I kissed you, I moved my toe,” he said.  “It might be therapeutic.” Rebecca laughed.

“You’re ridiculous,” she said.  He nodded slowly and pulled her closer.

“Yup.  Probably,” he murmured, kissing her.  Rebecca put one hand on his waist, the other on the side of his neck.  The kiss went on for a while… until Rebecca pulled away.  She glanced away from him and bit her bottom lip.

“Someone should be in to help us out of here any minute,” she said, pushing away from the wall.  Steven watched her carefully.  She glanced at him and forced a smile.  “You got off easy today, no real work.”

“Yeah.  You’ll make up for it tomorrow I’m sure,” he said after a moment.  She nodded and glanced over her shoulder at the sound of someone entering the room.  It was one of the other male physical therapists.  He smiled at her.

“Did ya’ work him hard Beck?” he asked.  She nodded.

“Of course.  Let’s get outta’ here, I’m turning into a prune,” she joked.  She helped Steven back to the sling and then climbed out of the pool and wrapped a towel around herself.  She glanced at Steven over her shoulder.  “I’ll meet you back in the PT room… bring you back upstairs.” He nodded and watched her disappear into the girls’ locker room.

They were silent until they were back to his room.  He wheeled himself in and over to the window, then turned his wheelchair around to look at her.

“Why are you upset?” he asked.  Rebecca bit her bottom lip and shrugged her shoulders.

“I just… I don’t think it’s a good idea that we kiss like that.  It’ll complicate everything.  It could interfere with your recovery,” she murmured.  Steven sighed.

“Come on Rebecca, that’s bull,” he shot back.  She shook her head.

“No it isn’t.  I’m not supposed to get involved with patients!  It’s looked down upon, and it has the potential to be harmful to…” Steven cut her off.

“To what?  Or to who?”

“It has the potential to be harmful to our working relationship… to your therapy,” she shot back.  He slammed his fist down on the arm of his wheelchair.

“Damnit, you are my therapy!  Haven’t you picked up on that yet?  If it wasn’t for you, I never would have gone down to the PT room.” She sighed.

“Yes you would have.”

“No, I wouldn’t have.  You made me go, and you made me keep pushing myself even when I didn’t think I could push any harder and I didn’t even know what I was pushing for.  You’re the only one who cares enough to come and visit… the only one who came on Christmas and New Years.”

“That’s because you’re my friend… I wanted to see you.” He sighed.

“Well I wanted to see you.  And it wasn’t because you’re just my friend.  It’s because I like you.  I like you a lot,” he said, looking at her seriously.  Rebecca frowned.

“Oh really?” she demanded.  He nodded.

“Yes really.  Why else would I kiss you?” She threw her hands up in the air.

“I don’t know!  Maybe because I’m the only one around.  Maybe because you’re going through a really horrible thing, and I’m the one helping you through it.  I don’t know!” she exclaimed.

“What a shitty thing to say,” he muttered, turning to face the window.  She sighed and moved in front of him.

“Four months ago you didn’t even know that I existed.  New Years Eve you didn’t even remember that my mother was dead,” she said softly.  “The only reason you think you like me now is because I’m here.  I’m the only one who’s here.” He turned his head.

“Maybe I didn’t really notice you before.  We didn’t hang out with the same people, we didn’t do the same things.  We were in different places.  And now I know you.  And I like knowing you.  I like you,” he muttered.

“You don’t even know me,” she said, turning and walking out.  Steven sighed, picking up the black sketchbook she’d given him for Christmas and flipping to a new page.

Rebecca called in sick to work for the next three days.  She had a cold, but mainly stayed away from the hospital so she could figure out what to do about Steven.  Her father made it clear that he didn’t approve of her missing work, but she didn’t care.  One afternoon the phone rang and she picked up the receiver.

“Hello?”

“Hey Beck, it’s Claire.  I’m just calling to check and see how you’re feeling.” Rebecca coughed and then swallowed.

“I’m not too sure.  I feel really awful,” she replied, hoping that Claire would fall for it.

“Listen sweetie, I know that there’s more going on with you than a cold.  Steven has been depressed… I’m guessing that has something to do with whatever’s going on with you,” Claire said.  Rebecca sighed, plopping down on her bed.

“I’ll be in this afternoon, and I’ll explain,” she muttered.

“Alright hun.  I’ll see you later.” Rebecca hung up the phone and sighed again.  She went to her dresser and pulled out clean clothes before going to the bathroom to take a shower.

Claire was working with a patient when Rebecca walked in later that afternoon.  She smiled and waved, saying, “Go on into my office.  I’ll be there in a minute.” Rebecca went in, taking her coat off and plopping down in a chair.  She only had to wait a few moments before Claire came in, closing the door behind her.

“Alright.  What’s going on?” she asked, sitting down.  Rebecca took a deep breath and raked her fingers through her hair.

“It’s complicated.” Claire laughed.

“Trust me sweetie, I bet I can get my mind around it.” Rebecca smiled too.

“Steven kissed me… twice actually.  Once New Year’s Eve, but I didn’t really think too much of it because it was a little kiss… he moved his toe right when it happened.  I just didn’t think it was a big deal.  But then the other day in the pool…” she trailed off with a sigh.

“It wasn’t a little kiss, eh?” Claire asked, raising an eyebrow.  She looked at her seriously, shaking her head.

“No.  Not little at all,” she muttered.  They were quiet for a few moments.

“So what’s the problem?  You like him,” Claire said.  Rebecca frowned.  “Come on Beck, that was obvious the first day I mentioned his name.”

“It doesn’t matter that I like him.”

“Why not?  You like him, he obviously likes you…”

“Claire, let’s be realistic.  The guy wouldn’t give me the time of day in high school… and he wouldn’t have now if I wasn’t helping him through everything.”

“You don’t know that Rebecca.  Your lives crossed paths again, and he knows you now.  He knows you and he likes you.  What’s so wrong with that?” Rebecca stood up.

“The only thing he knows about me is that I’m his therapist, I’ve helped him this far, and I’m the person who’s around to be his friend.  That’s all he knows.  He’ll get better and then I’ll end up back in the category of people that Steven Busco doesn’t talk to.”

“How do you know that?” Rebecca sighed.

“Because he’s Steven Busco and I’m me.  I know him, I know his friends… once he’s better he won’t talk to me again.  I’m not going to be some substitute for him.”

“You’re not giving him too much credit, are you?” Claire muttered.

“Why should I?” Rebecca demanded.  “He’s never given me much credit,” she said, turning and stalking from the room.  As she rounded the corner in the hallway she was almost run over by a wheelchair.  It was Steven.

“Hey,” he said.  “Where’ve you been?” She leaned against the wall, glancing away from him.

“Sick,” she muttered.

“You don’t look sick.”  She sighed.

“I’m feeling better.  I’ll be back tomorrow… came in today to check up on things.” He nodded.

“Everything OK?” he asked, looking at her seriously.  She looked back at him.

“Yeah.  Why wouldn’t everything be OK?” she asked.  Steven sighed.

“Come on Fox.  You haven’t been here for three days, and now you won’t even look at me.” She didn’t say anything.  “I’m not going to apologize to you for liking you.  That’s stupid.  And I don’t understand what your problem is with it.”

“I already told you what my problem with it is.”

“I meant the real reason, because the ones you gave the other day were bull.”

“Believe what you want.  I have to get home.”

“Yeah.  I’m late for therapy anyway.  See you around Fox.” She turned on her heal and walked away.

Steven was already in the P.T. room when Rebecca returned from lunch several weeks later.  It was a very slow day in the room, and mostly all the other full time therapists were still at lunch.  Rebecca had scheduled Steven’s therapy early that day so she could get to a class on time.

“Hey,” he muttered.  She pulled off her sweatshirt, exposing a fitted black T-shirt.

“Hey.  Ready to get to work?” she asked.  He nodded and moved himself on to the flat bed.  She worked, stretching his right leg carefully before moving on to the left.  They worked in silence for almost fifteen minutes.

“So… are you going to not talk to me for the rest of the time I’m here?” he asked, his voice strained from the exercise they were working on.  She was leaning across him, helping him move his right leg across his body so he could reach a ring at the other side of the mat.  Her face wasn’t far from his.

“I talk to you,” she muttered.  He laughed tightly.

“Yeah.  You say hello, ask me if I’m ready to work, and then we work for an hour without saying much.” She moved off of him slowly, and he threw his weight back over as she helped him move his leg back over.

“What else is there to say?  We come here to work, right?” she asked, crawling across the mat to his other side.  They did the same exercise on that side and then Rebecca moved so she was straddling one of his legs, stretching the other one out again.  When she let it down Steven grabbed her and pulled her down on top of him, rolling onto his side as he did.  He used the momentum to roll on top of her.

“There’s a lot more to say Fox, and you know it,” he murmured.  Rebecca bit her bottom lip.

“Are you trying to hurt yourself, wrestling around with me to prove a point?” she asked.  Steven smiled a little.  All his weight was resting on his arms.

“No.  I’m just trying to prove a point.  You were right.  I didn’t know you before and I don’t really know you now.  But I like what I do know.  You got me down to this damn therapy room, you got me to bust my ass and work for something I never thought I could achieve.  You made me believe in myself… in the idea that I could walk again.  That matters to me.  You matter to me.  I want to know everything else there is to know about you,” he said.  He was looking at her seriously.

“I’m not going to be some substitute for you… just because I’m here.  You won’t ever want me when you’re walking again… or when your friends are around.  Once you get your life back I’ll go back to being nothing.” Steven frowned.

“I don’t want you to be a substitute.” He sighed and said, “Rebecca, you’ve been the only good thing in my life for almost four months.  Everyone else took off.  And I know you were only doing your job…” he sighed again and rolled off of her carefully.  “But you’ve been the only person who’s cared.  You’ve been the only one, and that means something.” Rebecca drew in a deep breath, rolling on to her side and propping her head up on her hand so she could see his face.

“What about when I’m not the only person anymore Steve?” she asked.  He looked at her seriously for a moment and then let his head hit the mat a couple times.  Rebecca put her hand behind his head.  “Don’t,” she murmured.  His eyes were closed, and he didn’t say anything right away.

“Are you that scared that you’ll get hurt?” he asked, opening his eyes.  “If that’s what it is, then you’re being stupid.  I know that I was a jerk before.  I know that and there’s nothing I can do about it.  I was just as much nothing to you back then as you were to me… we just weren’t in the same place.” She sat up angrily.

“And I’m the stupid one?” she demanded.  He sat up on his elbows, watching as tears came to her eyes.  “God.  You were never nothing to me.  I worshiped you.  But you never even noticed me, unless it was to say something smart to your jock buddies or to me!” Steven swallowed hard.  “And I know that once you’re out of here it’ll go back to the same thing.  Look at you and look at me Steve.” She brushed tears from her face and turned away.  Steven sighed and pushed himself forward until he was sitting close behind her.

“I didn’t…” Rebecca turned and looked at him with a tear-streaked face.

“Forget it.  You didn’t know because there’s no way you could have.” She turned away again and said, “So just forget it.  Now you know.  It doesn’t make a difference.  I’m still me.” Steven put his hand on the far side of her face and made her look at him.

“I like you.  If I have to prove it to you, I will.  But I like you Fox,” he whispered.  His hand slid to the back of her neck as he pulled her closer and kissed her.  Rebecca turned a little, her hand resting on his thigh.  When he pulled away a few moments later he looked at her seriously.  “Getting’ a little fresh aren’t you Fox?” he asked.  She gave him a confused look.

“What do you mean?” He slid his hand over hers.

“Copping a feel?” he said with a grin.  Rebecca’s eyes got wide.

“You can feel that?” she asked, squeezing his thigh.  He laughed.

“Yeah.  Why wouldn’t I be…” He stopped abruptly and looked down at their hands.  “I forgot that I couldn’t… God, Fox I forgot I couldn’t feel that before.  I didn’t even realize… Oh God,” he said, smiling as tears filled his eyes.  She nodded excitedly.

“Are you sure you can feel it?  I mean…” He kissed her again and then hugged her.

“Yes I can feel it!  You were right Fox, I’m gonna’ walk out of here,” he said.  She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him back.

“Yes, you are,” she whispered.

Three days later Rebecca went up to Steven’s room to get him for therapy.  She went in, stopping in her tracks when she saw a couple of his friends standing around the bed.

“Hey Fox,” he said with a smile.  “Guys, you remember Rebecca.” They all nodded, glancing at her, each other, and then looking back to Steven.  She took a deep breath and walked to the side of his bed, making sure the brakes on his wheelchair were locked.

“Are you almost ready to go?” she asked, feeling her cheeks starting to grow warm as his three friends kept looking from her to each other.  Steven slid his hand over hers and gave it a squeeze.

“Yeah.  Guys I gotta’ take off, but I’ll give you a call later.  Let’s get this show on the road Fox,” he said, her hand still in his.  All his friends were staring at him in awe.  Rebecca swallowed hard and helped him move his legs so they were over the edge of the bed.  He put his arms around her shoulders and she pulled him up.  He placed a kiss on her nose as she turned him toward the chair and sat him down.  She looked at him seriously for a moment and then rolled her eyes.

“You’d better be ready to work hard today,” she muttered.  She started to push him toward the door, but she glanced over her shoulder and said, “See you guys around.” They nodded, watching as they disappeared from the room.

When Rebecca and Steven reached the therapy room they went to the parallel bars.

“Why’d you do that?” she asked.  He watched as she got out a back brace.

“Do what?” She glanced at him over her shoulder and raised an eyebrow.

“You know what I mean Steve.” He looked at her blankly and Rebecca sighed.  “Why’d you act like that in front of your friends?”

“I like you.  I figured my friends should know.” She bit her bottom lip, but said nothing as one of the other therapists came over to help.

“First day at the bars Steve-o.  Excited?” the guy asked.  His name was Chris.

“Yeah.  Hopefully I can do something equally exciting,” he said with a grin.  Chris laughed.

“I wouldn’t doubt it.  Put your hands up on the bars and pull like your life depends on it kid.  I’ll help ya’ up and Beck will get ya’ fitted with all the important equipment.” Steven did as he was told, and soon found himself standing, most of his weight on his arms, with Chris supporting his hips.  Rebecca secured the plastic brace around his waist and then moved in front of him.

“Alright.  Let’s just take it slow and easy,” she murmured.

They worked for almost an hour before Steven was too tired to do any more.  Rebecca had helped him learn how to transfer his weigh from leg to leg, assuring him that was the first step to being able to walk.  He worked hard and got the hang of it fairly quickly, but it took its toll.  He went back to his room and fell asleep quickly.  When he woke up it was almost dinnertime.  He sighed and scooted himself so he could get his arms on the arms of his wheelchair, moving himself into it and wheeling out of the room.  He went down to the therapy room; it was dark except for one light in the gym.  He went back quietly, stopping in the doorway.  Rebecca was there, lifting weights and listening to music.  He watched as she finished her last set on the bench press and sat up.  Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she was wearing a sports bra and a pair of shorts.  He stared at her in awe as she moved to the pull-up bar and started to lift herself up.  She did fifteen before she started to struggle.  With a frustrated sigh she dropped to the ground.  He wheeled into the room a little further, just as she turned.  She jumped, her hand going to her chest as she tried to catch her breath.

“God.  How long have you been here?” she demanded, going to the radio and turning down the volume.  She picked up a towel and ran it across her neck and stomach.

“Not too long,” he said, watching her carefully.  She drank several swallows of water and plopped down on the ground.

“So what’re you doing down here?  It’s dinner time isn’t it?” she asked.  She was still breathing a little hard, so she flopped onto her back, her arms sprawled out.

“I wasn’t hungry.  I just came down to see it while it was quiet down here.  Do you stay late every night?” She sat up on her elbows and looked at him seriously.

“Pretty much… or I come in early in the morning.  You have to stay in shape for this job if you want to be able to lug people around,” she explained with a wink.  He smiled.

“You’re ripped,” he said.  Rebecca tossed her head back and laughed.

“Ripped?” she asked through giggles.  He laughed.

“Yeah.  I never would have guessed.” She shrugged, pushing herself to her feet.

“How else would I be able to move you around?  You’re not exactly a lightweight Steve.” He glared at her.

“Well it’s not like I’m that heavy,” he muttered.  She laughed.

“You don’t have to lug you around,” she shot back, nudging his shoulder.  He slid his arm around her waist as she started to move away, pulling her backwards and onto his lap.

“You won’t have to lug me anywhere soon,” he said.  She looked at him and smiled.

“I know.”

Steven continued to make progress with leaps and bounds.  At the end of March his doctors decided that he could continue his therapy on an out patient basis.  On check out day Rebecca met him at his room and pushed his wheelchair down to the elevator.

“So what are you going to do with your new freedom?” she asked as they rode the elevator down to the main lobby.

“Have a lot of fun I hope,” he said, tilting his head back and smiling up at her.  She smiled too, wheeling him out into the lobby.  A group of nurses and doctors were waiting and they started to clap when they came out.  Steven laughed as several of the nurses leaned down to hug him.

“We’ll miss you around her kid.  You better come back and visit us,” one of them said, kissing his cheek.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily,” he said.  He glanced up at Rebecca again and said, “Let’s get out of here Fox.” She smiled and pushed him outside.  It was a beautiful day out, sun shining, fairly warm.  Steven took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

“Nice day to go home,” she said.  He nodded.

“Perfect.  Come on, I want to get home,” he said.  She smiled and continued to push the chair toward her car.

Mr. Fox was in his office when Rebecca came in late that night.  She’d been at Steven’s most of the afternoon and evening, just spending time with him and getting him settled.  His parents had invited her for dinner too; Steven told her that they liked her very much.  They’d ended up falling asleep in his room watching a movie.

“Rebecca?” he called as she walked by his office.  She stopped.

“Yeah Dad?”

“Where’ve you been all day?  It’s a little late to be coming in,” he said.  He took off his glasses and looked at her seriously.

“Steven went home today.  I helped him get settled in, and his parents invited me for dinner.”

“It’s almost eleven.  What did you do after dinner?” Rebecca sighed, raking her fingers through her hair.

“We watched a movie.” Mr. Fox frowned.

“It’s not very appropriate for you to be spending that much time with your patients… especially dressed like that,” he muttered.  Rebecca glanced down at herself, frowning.

“What’s wrong with the way I’m dressed?” she asked.  She was wearing a pair of jeans a tank top and a hooded sweatshirt that zipped up the front.

“It’s a little revealing.  Usually you don’t run around wearing things like that… especially when you’re working with a patient.” She sighed.

“Steven is a lot more than a patient Dad.  He’s a friend… a good friend.” Mr. Fox stood up and went to his bookshelf.

“Do you need to read the code of ethics again young lady?  Professionals in this field do not become involved with their patients.”

“This situation doesn’t fit into your rules Dad.  Claire even said…” Mr. Fox cut her off.

“Claire is not your father, I am.  It is inappropriate for you to become involved in any way with a patient.  You will end this relationship.”

“Dad, you can’t dictate to me who I can and can’t see.  It doesn’t work that way.  There is absolutely nothing wrong with Steven and me being involved.”

“He is a patient.  I’m sure the chief of staff at the hospital wouldn’t approve of your relationship.  Or the fact that Claire has been condoning it.”

“Don’t you dare bring Claire into this!” she yelled.  Her father’s eyes darkened.

“And don’t you dare raise your voice to me young lady.  Go to your room.  We’ll discuss this later.” She shook her head angrily.

“I’m almost 21 years old.  You can’t tell me what to do anymore.”

“Rebecca, I will tell you one more time to go to your room.  If you don’t, you can get your things together and leave.”

“Fine.  I’ll get my things together and leave.” She turned and started to leave, but paused.  “Mom would be really proud of this,” she muttered before continuing up the stairs.

Rebecca asked Claire if she could stay with her until she found a place of her own.  Claire agreed.  Several days after she first moved in, the two of them sat in the living room eating pizza and talking.

“So have you told Steven about what happened yet?” Claire asked.  Rebecca shook her head slowly.

“No.  I didn’t want to upset him with all that,” she muttered.  Claire turned a little so she was facing Rebecca.  The girl was eating her slice of pizza, long hair pulled back in a ponytail.  She was wearing a tank top and jeans, and looked at ease with herself for once.

“I think you should talk to him about it.  It might make you feel better, having his support.” Rebecca glanced at Claire and frowned.

“He’s making so much progress and working so hard… I don’t want to bother him with this.  He can’t afford to worry about my Dad and how screwed up that relationship is.  Besides, it’s not that big a deal.  We haven’t done anything wrong, and no one at the hospital has a problem with it.  The only thing that’s changing is that I don’t live with Dad anymore… that isn’t a bad idea actually.  I mean I’m 21, almost 22.”

“I know that hun, but I just think you should be honest with him about things like this.  He’s going to find out about it.” Rebecca nodded.

“I know.” She was silent as Claire went to tell her kids to finish up their homework.  When she came back she looked at Rebecca seriously.

“I really think this is all going to work out.  Your dad will come around.  This is the first guy you’ve ever been involved with, so it’s a change for him.  But I do think you should tell Steven.” Rebecca looked at her and smiled.

“Thanks for the advice and for listening Claire.  I’ll figure something out.” Claire watched as Rebecca stood up.  “I’m going to go up and take a shower, and then work on stuff for class.”

“OK.  Have fun with that,” Claire kidded.  Rebecca laughed and jogged up the stairs.

Rebecca was in the pool with another patient when Steven showed up for therapy several days later.  Claire met him in the main room, a smile on her face.

“Hey there.  Beck will be with you soon.  She’s out in the pool already.” Steven smiled too and pushed his chair over the parallel bars.

“That’s OK.  I wanted to talk to you for a minute without her here,” he explained.

“Why don’t we work while we talk?  That way you two won’t have to hang around here all day,” she suggested.  He grinned and they started to work.  She got him to his feet and they started working slowly on taking steps.  “So what do you want to talk about kid?” He gave a tight laugh as he struggled to lift his right leg and take a small step with her help.

“What’s wrong with Fox?” he asked.  Claire didn’t answer right away.

“I’m not sure I know what you mean,” she replied finally.  Steven looked at her seriously, letting his weight rest on his arms for a moment to rest.

“Listen, Claire, she’s been acting weird for a couple days now.  She looks like she’s not sleeping much… I’m just trying to figure out if my girlfriend’s OK or if I’m wearing her out.” Claire smiled a little.

“You’re not wearing her out… but you should talk to her about it.” He sighed.

“That doesn’t help me too much,” he muttered.  She gave his shoulder a playful slug.

“Talk to her about it.  I’m not sure if there’s anything wrong, but if you want to know you should talk to her.  Come on, let’s get to work.  Beck will have our heads if she comes out here and sees you standing around,” she said.  He took a deep breath and then nodded, starting to work again.  Just then Rebecca came out of the poolroom.  She smiled as she wrapped her towel around her waist.

“Hey you!” she said.  Steven smiled back at her.  “I’ll be right out.  You’d better keep working while I’m gone,” she ordered.

“Don’t worry boss, I’ll keep him going,” Claire said.  Steven rolled his eyes and watched as Rebecca went into the locker room.  He looked at Claire and she smiled again.  “Told you we needed to keep working.  Let’s go.”

Rebecca drove Steven home that evening when she was done working out.  They went into his house and down the hall to his temporary bedroom.  His parents had set it up since he couldn’t get up the stairs quite yet.

“You look tired,” he said as he moved himself on to his bed.  She shrugged her shoulders and kicked off her shoes.

“I worked with a lot of people today… and I was up studying late last night.” He watched as she turned to look in the mirror over his nightstand.  She pulled her hair up and then looked at herself for a long moment.  He reached out and put his hand on her hip.

“You want to talk about it?” he asked.  She looked at him, confusion coming into her eyes.

“Talk about what?”

“Whatever’s bothering you,” he replied.  She opened her mouth to speak, but Steven shook his head and put his other hand on her side.  “Don’t tell me that nothing’s bothering you because I’m not going to believe you.” She sighed.  Steven grabbed both of her hands and gave a gentle tug.

“What?” she muttered.

“Sit down with me and tell me what’s going on.  You’ll feel better, I promise,” he said.  She smiled a little and then sat down.  He scooted himself so he was leaning against the wall and then he pulled her close to him.  She sighed and snuggled up to him, her head on his shoulder.

“There’s really nothing wrong,” she murmured.  Steven kissed the top of her head.

“Talk to me,” he said softly.  She was silent for a long time, playing with the fabric of his shirt.

“My Dad and I got into a fight about a week ago.  He told me I had to leave… so I did.  I’ve been staying with Claire,” she explained.  Steven put his index finger under her chin and made her look at him.

“What made him say that?” he demanded.  She glanced away.

“It’s not important,” she muttered.  Steven frowned and shook his head.

“I don’t buy that Fox.  What did you two fight about that got you kicked out?” She bit her bottom lip.

“He doesn’t approve of my dating a patient.  He thinks it’s unethical… and he told me that if I didn’t end things with you I had to leave.  I chose to leave.” Steven was still frowning, his eyes angry.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this?” he asked.

“I didn’t want to worry you about it.  You have enough going on without worrying about mine and my father’s screwed up relationship,” she said.  Steven glanced out the window.

“You didn’t think I could handle it?” he demanded.  Rebecca frowned.

“That’s not what I said Steve.”

“You said I have too much going on, and you didn’t want to worry me.  Isn’t that the same thing?”

“No,” she muttered.  They were silent for a long time.

“I hate it that people think I can’t handle things,” he said suddenly.  “I hate constantly being told that I need to just focus on getting well and that everything else will be taken care of.” He looked at her, still angry.  “I’m your boyfriend, aren’t I?” he asked.  She nodded.  “Then I can handle hearing about what’s going on in your life.  I might not be able to help too much, but at least I can listen and be here for you.  You’re there for me all the time Rebecca… I can handle being there for you.  I want to be there.” Tears pooled in her eyes and she nodded.

“OK.  I’m sorry I didn’t…” Steven cut her off with a shake of his head.  He pulled her close again and kissed her forehead as he held her tight.

“Don’t apologize.  Just promise me you won’t try to protect me from you again, OK?  Unless it’s in therapy?  I could use some protection there,” he kidded.  She laughed and looked up at him.

“OK.” He put his hands on either side of her face and kissed her gently several times.

“Good.  Wanna lay here with me for awhile?  I’m exhausted from your torture session today,” he said.  She nodded and curled up beside him.  His parents found them there that night, sound asleep in each other’s arms.  Mrs. Busco covered them up, a smile on her face.

“I’m glad he has someone to help him through this,” she murmured, turning off the light and pulling the door closed.

Rebecca awoke at around two in the morning, her head on Steven’s shoulder, and her arm around his waist.  He was snoring softly.  She sat up slowly, leaning on her elbow to watch him for a moment.  She smiled a little as his eyes fluttered open.

“Hi,” she whispered.  He smiled sleepily.

“Hi,” he replied, reaching up and running his finger down her cheek.  “Mmmm… thought I was dreaming,” he whispered.  She leaned down and kissed him gently.

“Nope.  Your parents must’ve found us sleeping.” He nodded and kissed her again.

“Yeah.” After a few moments he rolled over carefully, supporting all his weight on his arms as they continued to kiss.  He pulled away a little and smiled at her.

“What?” she asked.  Steven shrugged a little.

“Nothing.  Kissing you is fun,” he replied.  Rebecca laughed.  One of her hands was on his side, playing with the waistband of his shorts.

“That’s good to know,” she replied.  He kissed her again and then rolled back over.  “Where’re you going?” she asked, rolling on to her side.

“My arms are tired.  I worked hard yesterday… I can’t just lay here using up all my strength,” he said with a pout.  She laughed again, leaning on his chest with her arms.

“Poor baby,” she murmured, leaning down and kissing him gently.  Steven pulled her on top of him with a grin.

“My evil plan is complete,” he kidded.  Rebecca smiled.

“Plotting were you?” she asked.  He nodded.

“Yup.  I’ve got you right where I want you.”

“Oh really?”

“Well, not right where I want you… but this’ll do until my legs are cooperating fully.” She laughed again before leaning down to kiss him.  When she pulled away he brushed hair from her face.  He looked at her seriously for a long moment and then pulled her into another kiss.  Rebecca pulled away slowly and smiled at him as he looked at her.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.  Steven shook his head slowly.  One of his hands was on her hip, the other on the side of her face stroking her cheek gently.

“Nothing.  You’re just…” he trailed off with a shake of his head.

“What?” Steven smiled.

“You’re beautiful… and funny… and…” he trailed off and kissed her again.  “I wish I had known you before now.”

“You did know me before now,” she murmured.  Steven shook his head again.

“No, I mean really knew you… like I do now.” She smiled.

“Well you know me now… isn’t that good?” He nodded.

“Of course it’s good.” Rebecca rolled off of him and snuggled up, her back to him.  Steven moved on to his side and pulled her close.

“Is there a ‘but’ in there?” she asked.  He shook his head again, kissing the back of her neck.

“No, no buts.” She sighed and laced her fingers through his.

“Good.  It’s OK that I stay until tomorrow isn’t it?” she asked.  He held her tightly.

“Absolutely,” he whispered.  Rebecca smiled and drifted off to sleep.

Rebecca graduated from college on May 12th, almost a month after she had moved out of her father’s house.  After commencement was over, Rebecca went to meet Steven, his parents, and Claire and her family.  They were standing outside waiting for her.

“Congratulations hun,” Claire said, giving her a tight hug.  Rebecca smiled and received hugs from everyone else.  Steven gave her a quick kiss.

“Good job Fox,” he said.

“Thanks everyone.  It means a lot that you’re all here,” she said.  Someone cleared their throat behind her and Rebecca turned.  Her father was standing there, dressed in a suit and looking at her seriously.

“Rebecca,” he said seriously.

“I wasn’t expecting you to come,” she said.  Steven reached out and took her hand in his, giving it a squeeze.  She glanced at him and smiled.

“I wouldn’t miss your graduation,” he said.

“I’m glad you came,” she said finally.  Mr. Fox nodded and glanced away for a moment.

“Listen Rebecca, I’m sorry…” he began.  Rebecca shook her head.

“Dad, let’s not be sorry.  Let’s just forget about it?” she said.  He nodded, closing his eyes and giving a sigh when she hugged him tightly.  When she pulled away she went back to stand beside Steven.  “Dad, this is Steven.  Steve, this is my Dad.” Steven held out his hand and Mr. Fox shook it.

“So you’re the one who’s stolen my daughter’s heart, are you?” Mr. Fox asked gruffly.  Steven smiled.

“I sure hope so,” he said.  Rebecca’s father smiled a bit.

“Take good care of it son,” he said.  Steven nodded.  “Rebecca, I have a 1:30 consultation.  Stop by the house tonight, I have something for you,” he told her.  Rebecca nodded and gave him another hug.

“I will.  Thank you Daddy,” she said.  He kissed her forehead and then walked away.  Rebecca turned to look at Claire and Steven.

“Feel better?” Claire asked.  Rebecca nodded.

“Absolutely.  Let’s go get some food,” she said with a grin.

The hospital hired Rebecca as a full time physical therapist.  She put in long hours, but loved ever minute of it.  She worked with Steven every morning, and usually ended up at his house after work.  One evening in June she drove over to see him.  His parents weren’t home, and he was out back sitting by the pool.

“Hey,” she said, giving his shoulders a squeeze as she leaned down and kissed him.

“Hi.  How was work?” he asked.  She plopped down in one of the patio chairs with a sigh.

“Long.  You know that little girl that lost her leg in the car accident?” He nodded.  “She’s adamantly opposed to having a prosthetic.” Steven sighed.

“That’s awful.  You’ll get through to her,” he assured her.  Rebecca smiled.

“Thanks.”  He reached out and gave her hand a squeeze.

“You got me to cooperate didn’t you?” he kidded.  She laughed and leaned back, closing her eyes.  They were silent for a long time.

“Where’re your parents?” she asked suddenly.  Steven glanced at her.

“Oh, they went out of town for a couple days.  I thought I told you.” She shook her head, eyes still closed.

“Nope.  We going to have a wild party while they’re gone?” she asked with a grin.  Steven laughed, moving his chair closer to her and kissing the side of her neck.

“Nah.  What fun would a wild party be?” She opened one of her eyes and looked at him skeptically.

“Did you just ask that question?” she retorted.  He nodded.

“If we had a wild party I wouldn’t have you all to myself,” he explained.  She smiled again.

“Oh, is that your plan?” Steven nodded again.

“Yup.  What do you say?” She looked at him seriously for a moment and then smiled.

“Sounds like a good plan,” she said.  “What do you want to do?” He grinned mischievously and she raised an eyebrow.

“Well… it’s pretty hot out.  Think we could get me into the pool?” he asked.  She nodded.

“Yeah.  Let me run out to the car and get my shorts to swim in,” she said.  He nodded and watched as she jogged inside.  She returned several minutes later, wearing her shorts and sports bra.

“How are you going to get me into the pool?” he asked.  She grinned.

“Very carefully,” she replied.  She moved him close to the shallow end stairs.  She stood in front of him on the first stair.  “Put your hands on the railings and get yourself up,” she said.  He did as she told him to, and soon was standing.  “Just support all your weight on your arms and let me move your legs.” She moved both of his legs so his feet were in the water.  “Lower yourself slowly,” she murmured.  He did and was soon standing on the stair with her.  She kissed him gently.

“Ooooh, a reward,” he said.  She nodded and moved down a stair.

“Yup.  Keep going.” They kept working that way, until he was standing in the pool, leaning on the side for support.

“What do I get now?” he asked.  She laughed and kissed him again, sliding her arms around his waist.  She pulled away after a long moment and he smiled.  “Good reward,” he murmured.  She moved away slightly and laughed.

“Glad it was up to your expectations,” she said.  He watched as she went under water and swam to the far end of the pool.  She came up for a breath and then swam back.

“I can’t wait until I can do that,” he muttered.  Rebecca put her hand on the side of his face and made him look at her.

“Soon,” she assured him.  ”Pretty soon you’ll be running around and I won’t be able to keep up with you.” He smiled.

“I have a feeling you’ll be able to beat me for quite awhile after I’m up and around… and considering how buff you are, you’ll probably be able to keep up.” She laughed.

“Think so do you?” Steven slid his hands over her stomach and around to her back, pulling her closer.

“I know so,” he murmured, giving her a quick kiss.  “Besides, if you have trouble keeping up I’ll just slow down.” She smiled.

“You’d do that for me?” she asked softly.  He nodded and kissed her neck before looking at her again.

“I’d do anything for you,” he replied before kissing her again.

Steven lay in bed sleeping late that night.  Rebecca watched him, a small smile on her face.  His shirt was off, and his dark hair was rumpled.  She padded over to the bed and crawled in beside him.  He stirred and smiled up at her sleepily.

“Where’d you go?” he murmured.  She kissed him quickly before snuggling up beside him.

“I was thirsty.  Sorry I woke you.” He shook his head and rolled onto his side so he could look at her.

“Don’t be sorry.” He kissed her for a long moment before pulling away.  Rebecca’s hands were on his waist, her thumbs moving up and down slowly.  “That feels good,” he whispered.  She looked at him seriously.

“How long have you been able to feel your waist?” she asked.  Steven shrugged.

“Don’t know.” She smiled.

“You should’ve told me.” He nodded and pulled her closer, kissing her again.

“Sometimes I’m not really aware of regaining feeling.  It just happens, and I don’t really notice it.” She started to kiss his neck and shoulders.  One of her hands slid to his thigh as she moved to kiss the other side of his neck.  Steven moaned, sliding his hand up her back slowly.

“You can feel that?” she asked quietly.  He laughed a little.

“You know damn well I can,” he replied.

“Just makin’ sure,” she said with a smile.  She kept kissing his neck, moving down his chest slowly.

“Fox, what’re you doing?” he asked, swallowing hard as her mouth moved across his stomach.  She stopped what she was doing and looked at him.

“I’m not really sure yet… I think I’m figuring out just how much feeling you’ve regained.” He closed his eyes and swallowed again.  “Is that OK with you?” she asked, looking at him innocently.  He opened his eyes and nodded.

“Yeah, it’s fine,” he replied finally.

“You’re sure?  I may not be very good at… figuring it out.  I… ummm… I’ve never exactly figured it out this way before.” He put his hands on her upper arms and pulled her up so she was straddling his waist.

“Come here and kiss me,” he said.  She leaned down and kissed him, feeling his hands slide up her thighs slowly.  She was only wearing one of his T-shirts.  When she pulled away he smiled at her.  “Trust me, you’re doing alright,” he assured her.  She smiled a little before starting to move back down his chest.  She looked up at him one more time, still smiling.

“Let’s see if we can make you aware of regaining feeling,” she murmured.

By July Steven was working hard on the parallel bars, putting in hours every day working out.  Rebecca worked with him constantly, at home and at the gym.  He was determined to walk by himself by the end of the summer.

“Come on, push,” she ordered one afternoon.  He was on the bars, struggling to move forward.  He had taken several steps, but was already exhausted.

“Can’t,” he muttered breathlessly.  She raised an eyebrow.

“You can’t?” she demanded incredulously.  He nodded, glaring at her.

“That’s what I said, didn’t I?” he shot back.

“Go ahead, get angry at me.  If you can get angry you can take another step,” she said.  His frown deepened, but he took another step.  “Told ya’ so,” she said.

“Shut up,” he muttered.  She grinned.

“Still mad?” He nodded.  “Good, take another step.” He didn’t smile, but he took another step.  They had reached the end of the parallel bars and Rebecca motioned for Claire to push Steven’s chair up behind him.  “Have a seat killer,” she said.  With a sigh he lowered himself into the chair.  She tossed him a towel and watched as he ran it across his forehead and over his neck.

“You’re going to kill me,” he muttered.  She laughed and scooted her stool closer to him, kissing him on the lips gently.

“Nah.  I’m going to get you on your feet walking again.  Then you can chase me around and throw me in your pool… and all that other good stuff,” she said.  He raised an eyebrow and then smiled.

“You better look out when I’m up and around again,” he said.  She laughed and stood up.

“You better go take a shower if you plan on staying at my place tonight.  You stink,” she said, standing up.  Steven grabbed her and pulled her into his lap, kissing the side of her neck several times to tickle her.

“You better be nice to me,” he said with a pout.  She laughed again and pulled herself out of the chair.

“Hurry up.  Or you’re rollin’ yourself home,” she said.  He smiled and pushed himself into the shower room.

Mr. and Mrs. Busco were home when Rebecca and Steven came in.

“Hey kids.  How’d work go today?” Mrs. Busco asked.  Steven glared at Rebecca.

“She’s a slave driver,” he muttered.  They all laughed.  Steven wheeled himself over to the refrigerator and got out a soda.  “Go ahead and laugh, you don’t have to go through her torture sessions,” he said, winking at Rebecca.  She gave his shoulder a playful slug.  “See that?  She beats me.”

“Well then she better keep on, because it’s doing some good,” his father said, flashing a smile.

“See, told ya’ so,” Rebecca said, sticking out her tongue at him.  He smiled.

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered.  He watched as she got herself a glass of water.

“So what do you kids have planned tonight?” his mother asked.  Steven shrugged and glanced at Rebecca.

“We’re going to go out for a little while.  I’ll probably stay over at her place tonight.”

“Well you two be careful tonight.  The weather is supposed to turn rainy,” she said.  Steven nodded.

“OK Mom.  I’m going to go get changed,” he said.

“Mind if I take a quick shower?” she asked.  Mrs. Busco shook her head.

“Go ahead hun.  You can use the shower next to Steven’s room.” Rebecca smiled.

“Thanks.  I’ll just run out and get my other clothes before I jump in the shower,” she said.  She ran out to the car quickly and then went to Steven’s room.  She knocked on the door.  He called for her to come in.  He was sitting at his desk and she smiled.  “I’ll only be a little while,” she promised.

“OK,” he said.

Rebecca and Steven were just arriving at her apartment when it started to rain.  He glanced at her and grinned.

“We’re too dry anyway,” he said.  She laughed and got out of the car, getting his wheelchair out of the trunk and getting it set up.  She hurried to his side of the car and opened the door.  Steven moved himself into the chair and then pushed himself back so she could close the door.  When she had it closed he reached out and pulled her into his lap.

“Steve, what are you doing?” she demanded.  He pulled her closer and kissed her.

“I’m kissing my girlfriend,” he replied.  She pulled her wet hair out of her face.

“Couldn’t it have waited until we were inside?” Steven shook his head and kissed her again.

“Nope.  Now come on, what are you waiting for?  I’m getting wet,” he said, giving her a playful shove.  She rolled her eyes and got up.

“You’re in for it,” she muttered.  He followed her, a smile on his handsome face.

Once inside Rebecca went into the bathroom and got a couple of towels.  She tossed him one and then started to towel her hair dry.  Steven unzipped his backpack and got out a pair of dry shorts.

“I’ll be right back, gonna’ go change,” he said.  Rebecca nodded and kicked off her sandals.  She went into her bedroom and dug through her dresser drawers, pulling out a tank top and a pair of shorts.  She wrapped her hair up in one of the towels and then pulled off her shirt, wrapping the other towel around herself.  She pulled off her jeans and panties, taking the time to pull on a clean pair before plopping down on her bed.

“What’re you doing?” Steven asked, coming into the room.  She sat up on her elbows and smiled at him.

“Falling asleep,” she replied with a smile.  He pushed his chair to the side of the bed and slid his hands over her legs gently.

“Aren’t you going to get dressed?” he asked.  Rebecca smiled at him and took the towel off her head, letting her hair tumble free.  She sat up and leaned her elbows on his knees.

“I was thinking about it.” Steven put one hand on either side of her face and kissed her gently.

“You don’t have to… I won’t mind,” he said with a sly grin.  She laughed and stood up.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t.” She picked up her shorts off the corner of the bed and pulled them on.  Steven watched as she grabbed her tank top and started to pull it over her head.  He reached out and put his hand on her hip.  “What?” she asked.

“Turn around,” he said, looking at her seriously.  She smiled a little and turned around.  Steven slid one of his hands under the towel and over her stomach.  He pulled her closer and pushed the towel aside so he could kiss her stomach.  Rebecca ran her fingers through his hair and drew in a deep breath.

“You tryin’ to get into trouble?” she asked quietly.  He glanced up at her and smiled.

“Maybe.” He continued to kiss her stomach, sliding his hands up her back.  Rebecca took another step closer.

“I think you’re going to…” she said, swallowing hard.

“Going to what?” he asked, pulling away and looking up at her.

“Get into trouble,” she replied.  She stepped away again, turning and pulling the towel off.  She pulled her tank top on and then crawled into bed.  “Come here,” she said.  Steven moved himself onto the bed, scooting to the head of the bed beside her.  She reached over him to turn off the light on the nightstand, but he stopped her.

“Leave it on,” he said softly.  She looked at him seriously for a long moment.  “I like trouble,” he murmured.  She smiled and gave a little laugh.

“Oh yeah?” He nodded and kissed her.  She moved so she was straddling his waist, still kissing him.

“How much trouble are we talking?” she asked as he started to kiss her neck.  He slid his hands up the back of her shirt and over her shoulders.  He pulled away and looked at her.

“However much my girlfriend will let me get into,” he replied.  Rebecca swallowed hard, closing her eyes when he kissed her again.  When he pulled away they were both breathing heavily.

“Your girlfriend hasn’t gotten into much trouble before,” she said quietly.  He nodded slowly, moving one of his hands to the side of her face.

“I know.” He kissed her gently.  “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” he said.  She looked away, biting her bottom lip.  “Rebecca, look at me,” he whispered.  She did as he said.  “For all I care we can just lay here and make out tonight.  It’s not important how much ‘trouble’ we get into… really it’s not.”

“Are you sure?” He smiled.

“Yeah.  I just… since the beginning of this you’ve been right there beside me every step of the way.  And I finally feel like I’m going to be walking without bars or crutches or anything else by the end of the summer.  That’s because of you,” he said.  She shook her head.

“It’s just as much because of you,” she said.

“Let me finish,” he told her.

“OK.”

“To be honest I don’t want to make love with you right now.” Rebecca looked at him, her eyes confused and a little hurt.  “I don’t mean it like that Fox.  I mean… hell,” he muttered.

“No, finish,” she said, putting her hand on the side of his face.

“I want to, but not now.  When we do… or if we do… I want to be able to be all there.  I want to have my legs working and… all that.” She kissed him gently.  He looked at her, his eyes serious.  He put his hands on either side of her face.  “I’d be happy just fooling around with you forever, if that’s the way it had to be.  You know that don’t you?”

“It doesn’t have to be that way,” she said.

“I know.  I’m trying to make a point Fox.”

“OK…” He was quiet for a long moment.

“I just… I love you Rebecca.” She bit her bottom lip, looking at him with tear-filled eyes.  “You’re not supposed to cry,” he muttered, brushing a tear from her cheek.  She smiled.

“Sorry.  I’m OK… just surprised.” He kissed her again.

“I mean it.  I love you,” he said softly.  She kissed him, pulling away a little.

“I love you too.”

Steven wheeled himself into the therapy room late one afternoon.  It was the end of August and he had been making steady progress all summer long.  Most of his work had been done on crutches and the parallel bars, and everyone was proud of him.  He glanced around the room and smiled when he saw Rebecca.  She was helping a young boy work at the pegboard.  She looked up and smiled when she saw him.  Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail and she was wearing a black tank top and jeans.

“Hey there Steve, what’s going on?” a voice asked.  He glanced up and grinned at Claire.

“Not too much.  Am I going to wait for Fox, or is someone else going to start working with me?” Claire shrugged.

“Whatever you want to do,” she said.  “Beck will be with Mark for a little while longer.

“Then why don’t I start working?” he suggested.  Claire smiled and went with him to the bars.  They worked for a little while there and then she watched as he sat down in his chair.

“Do you want to try using the walker today?” she asked.  He looked at her seriously for a moment and then shrugged.

“I guess so,” he muttered.  Claire went and got a walker and then came back.

“Come on over here,” she said with a smile.  Steven wheeled his chair over to her and looked up at her.

“Now what?” he asked.

“Put your hands on the walker and stand up,” she said with a laugh.  Steven hesitated.

“Are you sure I won’t fall?”

“Listen Steve, I wouldn’t have suggested this unless I thought you could do it.  Come on, let’s go.” He took a deep breath and put his hands on the walker.  Claire moved to stand behind him, and pretty soon he was standing upright.  He glanced at her over his shoulder and smiled.

“Standing up,” he said.  Claire nodded.

“What are you waiting for?  Take off, walk around!” she said.  Steven took a deep breath and took a step.  “Good.  Now push the walker a little and then take another step,” she explained.  Steven did as she said and soon had taken several steps.  He looked up and smiled when he saw Rebecca standing in front of him.

“I leave you alone for ten minutes and you’re up and walking around,” she said with a grin.  Steven looked around.  She was standing by a chair about five feet away from him.  He turned a little to his side and pushed the walker there, using only one of his hands to lean on it.  “Steve, don’t push it,” she said, her face serious.

“I’m OK,” he said.  The whole room had fallen silent.  Steven swallowed hard and took a step… and then another.  Soon he was standing between the walker and her, holding on to nothing.  He smiled at Rebecca and took another step, and then another.  He soon found himself standing right in front of her.  She reached out and took his hand in hers.

“You walked,” she said, tears shining in her eyes.  He nodded and glanced to his side.  He reached out and leaned on the chair as he lowered himself into it, as the room erupted

“Come here and kiss your amazing boyfriend,” he said.  She leaned down and kissed him, wrapping her arms around him.

“I told you you’d do it,” she whispered. Steven held her tightly, a tear slipping down his cheek.

Rebecca and Steven arrived at her apartment almost two weeks later.  Steven had continued to progress rapidly, and was walking more than he was in his wheelchair.  They got inside and he maneuvered around the living room, leaning on his cane as he walked.

“Do you want something to eat?” Rebecca called from the kitchen.  Steven went to the doorway that led to the kitchen.

“Nah, I’m alright.  You going to eat?” he asked.  She turned and looked at him, smiling.  Her hair was down, flowing over her shoulders.  She was wearing a pair of jeans shorts and a light blue tank top.

“Nope.  I ate before I left work this afternoon.  How about we watch a movie and have some popcorn though?  I’m in a snack mood.” Steven laughed.

“Sounds good.  You make the popcorn, I’ll pick the movie,” he said, turning and starting for the living room again.

“No more blowing things up movies Steve!” she called, smiling as she heard him laugh.  She popped the popcorn and then went into the living room.  Steven was already sitting on the couch, VCR remote in his hand.  “So what’d you pick?” she asked, curling up next to him.  He kissed the top of her head and pushed play.

“It’s a surprise,” he said mysteriously.  She looked up at him and smiled.

“Hmm… I don’t know about you,” she said.” They turned their attention back to the television, and her smile grew as she realized what movie it was.  He’d put in one of her favorites, ‘Dirty Dancing.’

“Is this satisfactory?” he asked.  Rebecca smiled up at him.

“Yes.  You hate this movie though,” she said.  Steven put his hand on the side of her face and kissed her.

“But I love you, so we’ll watch your favorite movie.” She snuggled closer to him, sliding her arm around his waist.  They watched the movie in silence for quite some time, with only Steven’s occasional wisecracks about the movie plot to interrupt.  When the movie ended Steven looked down at Rebecca.  She was sleeping with her head on his lap, hair falling across her face.  He smiled and brushed it aside, leaning down and kissing her cheek.  Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled sleepily.

“I didn’t know I was so tired,” she murmured, sitting up and stretching.  “What time is it?” He glanced at his watch.

“Around eleven.  You wanna’ go to bed?” he questioned.  She nodded and stood up, holding out her hand to him.

“Yup.  C’mon, let’s go.” She helped him to his feet, and he walked behind her, his hand on her hip.  “You OK without your cane?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder.  They had reached the bedroom doorway.  Steven gently turned her around, backing her up against the door jam.

“I’m fine Fox,” he said softly, a smile on his handsome face.

“I didn’t mean to be pushy, I just…” Steven shook his head, still smiling, as he leaned down and kissed her.  She wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers playing with his hair.  His hands were on her waist, one hand under her shirt.  After a few minutes he pulled away a little, sliding his hand across her stomach.

“I love you,” he whispered, looking at her seriously.  She smiled and put her hand on the side of his face.

“I love you too.” He kissed her again, backing her slowly into the bedroom.  When they reached the bed he pulled away again.

“Listen Rebecca, I don’t want to rush this,” he began.  She shook her head slowly, smiling again.

“You’re not.  I want to do this Steve… if you want to.” Steven smiled again and pulled her into another kiss, lowering her to the bed…

Rebecca woke early one Sunday morning in October.  Steven was asleep beside her, his chest rising and falling slowly.  She smiled and snuggled up to him, sliding her hand across his bare stomach.  His eyes opened slowly and he smiled at her.

“What’s the big idea, waking me up?” he muttered. She grinned and gave him a kiss, her hair falling over her shoulder across his chest.
“We’ve got lots to do today,” she said, winking at him and moving to get up. Steven sat up and reached across the bed, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her back into bed.
“Oh really?” he murmured, nibbling on her ear. She laughed and playfully elbowed him in the stomach.
“Yes, and it has nothing to do with staying in bed,” she replied, giving him another kiss. Steven slid his hand under her shirt and deepened the kiss.
“You sure about that?” he asked. She nodded, but didn’t get up to leave. Steven pulled her on top of him, leaning back against the pillows at the head of the bed. She pulled away a little.
“You know, you’re rather insatiable,” she said with a sly grin. He nodded.           “Making up for lost time,” he kidded. She giggled as he rolled on top of her and started to kiss her again.
“I guess we have a little extra time…” she murmured.

Later that day, Steven found himself wearing a blindfold. Rebecca glanced at him and smiled as she pulled into a parking spot.

“Nervous yet?” she asked. He smiled and shrugged.
“Don’t know. She grinned and gave his hand a squeeze.
“You’ll see soon enough. I’ll be around to open your door in a second.” She got out and he waited for her. She opened the door and took his hand. “Let’s go.” He got out of the car carefully; he’d been walking most of the time for almost two months. It was slow going, but he always got where he needed to be.
“Fox, can I take this ridiculous blindfold off yet?” he asked. She put her hands on either side of his face and kissed him gently.         “Nope. Put your arm around my waist and come with me. No peeking.” He sighed, but did as she said. They walked for a long time, forever it seemed to Steven.
“It’s so loud.  Where are we?” he demanded.  She laughed and kept walking.
“Hey Mike, this is Steve. We’re going in here just to make it a bit easier,” she said suddenly.  Someone answered her, and then they continued walking. The noise was almost deafening.  Suddenly Rebecca stopped walking. “Alright, promise me you’ll keep your eyes closed for a second,” she said.
“Alright, I promise,” he said.  She pulled the blindfold off and watched him for a moment.  “Fox, come on,” he muttered. She gave him another kiss.
“OK, open your eyes.” Steven opened his eyes, and felt his jaw drop. They were at a football game… one of the first home games between the Jets and the Patriots. He looked around and then started at Rebecca. She was smiling broadly, her hair swirling around her face and shoulders.
“When did you… I thought you said…” he stuttered. She laughed and gave him a quick hug.
“I said that in order to use the season tickets you had to walk into the stadium.  You just did,” she said. He pulled her into a long kiss. “Thank you so much Rebecca. This is amazing,” he murmured.  She smiled and kissed him again. “I wanted it to be a surprise.  Let’s go sit down, I don’t want to miss the game,” she said, taking his hand and starting to head toward their seats. Steven grabbed her hand. “What?” she murmured, looking at him over her shoulder.
“I have a surprise too.  You just have to promise not to freak out too much,” he said.  She smiled a little.
“Ok…” He took a deep breath and reached into his coat pocket.
“I had a surprise today too.  Not sure how it’ll stack up to yours, but I’m willing to give it a try.” He slowly got down on one knee, and Rebecca felt tears come to her eyes.
“Steve,” she began.  He just smiled up at her.
“Shhh.  I don’t know how long I can stay like this,” he ordered.  She gave a nervous laugh, watching as he took a small box out of his pocket.  “I know that we’re still young, and I’m not saying I want to do it tomorrow… but I can’t imagine ever wanting to be with anyone else.  You gave me my life.  You are my life.  Will you marry me Rebecca?” he asked.  She swallowed hard and then nodded vigorously.
“Yes,” she whispered.  Steven smiled up at her broadly for a moment and then gave her hand a tug.
“Come down her and give me a kiss… I don’t think I can get up by myself,” he whispered.  She laughed and crouched down with him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him.  It went on for a long time… so long that they toppled over, still kissing and laughing.  People around them watched, smiling too. It was rare to see two people so made for each other, so completely in love.

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