- Mar 20, 2014
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Gareth was poppin’ wheelies out in the courtyard on his wheelchair. Why? Because he didn’t know what else to do with himself. He had just gotten out of physical therapy, which as per usual was stressful and made Gareth feel…ugh. He was grateful that the school not only gave him a prosthetic leg, but was allowing him to do his physical therapy at the school rather than the hospital, but…he felt like the progress toward getting him to walk felt nonexistent.He was being impatient. He knew he was. Having that level of self-awareness did not help. There were so many days when he just wanted to throw his hands in the air and quit. Give the prosthetic leg back, and just deal with staying in a wheelchair. But no, there was also that prideful part of Gareth that needed to prove to himself that he could do it. Even if he was miserably impatient.
Other than the struggle of learning to walk all over again, Gareth was fitting in pretty well at Manta Carlos. He wasn’t in classes yet, so socializing was really just a matter of hanging out in public areas and hoping to run into someone he would get along with. It was pretty fun to just hang around and meet random people on Manta Carlos too—Gareth accepted the magical nature of the island well, and enjoyed meeting individuals of varying species and powers.
Until he started up classes, physical therapy and meeting random people was pretty much all he had to do.
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