Chapter 3

He looked at the pill in the bag, his chest suddenly tight."I took it to my grandpa," she continued. "He looked at it and said, 'This is not medicine to make legs strong.' He said this medicine makes muscles weak if you take it for a long time. He said if someone keeps taking this, their legs will slowly stop working."The world around him seemed to go quiet again."He told me," the girl said, her voice very soft now, "if the man keeps taking this medicine, one day he will not be able to stand at all."He looked at the pill for a long time without touching it. "That's... that's not possible," he said. But his voice was no longer strong."I also heard her talking on the phone," the girl said. "She said, 'In a few months, he won't be able to walk. After the wedding, everything will be under my control.' I don't understand everything, but I know that is bad."He closed his eyes for a moment. For months, he had trusted the routine: the pills every morning, the pills every night, always given to him by the same person, always with a gentle smile, always with the same words: This will help you get better."When a strong man cannot stand," the girl said quietly, "someone else can stand in his place."He opened his eyes and looked at her. "If I stop taking the pills," he said slowly, "and I practice every day with you, do you really think I can walk again?"She nodded without any doubt. "Yes. But you have to be brave, because the person giving you the pills will not want you to get better."He looked at the little girl and said softly, "All right. Tomorrow, we try again."The girl smiled, a small but certain smile. "Tomorrow, we stand longer," she said, "and one day, you will walk."The next morning, the house was very quiet. He was already awake when he heard her footsteps in the hallway. For the first time in months, he did not feel like a patient waiting for a nurse. He felt like a man preparing for something important, something dangerous. On the small table beside his bed sat a glass of water, an empty tissue, and a plan.At exactly 7:00, she opened the door and walked in with the same gentle smile and the same white bottle in her hand."Good morning," she said softly. "It's time for your medicine."He looked at the pills in her hand and then at her face. For a moment, he wondered how long she had been planning this. Weeks? Months? Since the accident?He took the pills from her hand and put them into his mouth. He lifted the glass of water and swallowed, tilting his head back slightly. She watched him carefully; she always watched to make sure he swallowed."Good," she said. "Your legs will get stronger if you keep taking your medicine and rest more. The doctor said recovery takes time."He nodded slightly, pretending to be tired. "I know."She adjusted the blanket over his legs. "I'll be downstairs making a few calls. The doctor will come later this week. And don't forget, we need to finalize the wedding guest list tonight."

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