Sarah & September

[R682]

"I doubt that will take long," Sarah promised him. "I mean, you can move your legs and everything, can't you? As I understand it, there isn't really anything too badly wrong there that won't heal up like new. We could even give it a try now, if you'd like."


She imagined helping September to slide his legs off the edge of the bed and holding him up so he could walk foot to foot with her. Probably not at all the technique the real professionals would use, but similar to what she did with toddlers when she babysat.

[TheBlackCitadel]

“You really think so..? I think I’d like to try standing...” September said, eyes glinting with resolve. “I also need to start working out once I’m better. So that I can actually defend myself.” He said, blushing lightly at how weak he was.

[R682]

"Nobody can defend themselves against a whole gang," Sarah assured him, bitterly. "That's not your fault. But, yeah, I'd definitely do some karate lessons or something with you, if it came to it." That might be an interesting experience, in diapers, but at least it made the thought of having to parade around in white pyjamas a non-issue by comparison.



One thing at a time, for now, however. Purposefully, Sarah flung aside the blankets to reveal both their legs, and carefully untwined herself from September to shuffle to the side of the bed.



"Come on then," she encouraged, "let's just start by seeing how much you can move them here, lying down. Then: can you shuffle yourself over to the edge, like me?"

[TheBlackCitadel]

“Yeah, I guess your right.” September said. “Karate would be interesting. Especially having to wear a diaper.” He added, blushing lightly. He watched Sarah shuffle over to the side of the bed. “I can try.” He said, beginning to try to move his legs. Surprisingly to him, his legs actually moved a bit.

[R682]

"Hm, yes... might have to go for something without so much kicking," Sarah agreed. Boxing was the only thing she could think of, to be honest, that didn't seem to require too much leg work or grappling. Or handgun training, she thought, grimly, but didn't give voice to. She'd never thought of herself as having any capacity for violence whatsoever, but if she'd been armed when September was attacked... Well, it was probably just as well she wasn't, whatever the consequences now.



"Hey, you're doing it," she brightened immediately, however, seeing September's success. It was pretty clear, though, that September swinging his legs off the bed and walking wasn't going to happen immediately, so Sarah rethought her approach slightly. "Here, just follow me," she lifted one leg up onto the bed and laid it alongside September's, knee to knee and heel to heel, at least insofar as their height differences would allow. Then she began to move it back outwards towards the edge of the bed, pausing every inch and waiting for September to follow her. She was showing off her diaper a bit, of course, in this open legged position, but that was hardly a point of issue for either of them by this point.

[TheBlackCitadel]

September seems to brighten a bit when he moved his legs. “Making progress.” He said, smiling. He managed to get his legs to follow Sarah’s. Maybe he would recover quickly.

[R682]

"You're doing it," Sarah applauded, her heart swelling with hope, "you're doing it." Slowly and deliberately, she guided her leg all the way back off the side of the bed. Perhaps still not an actual full step, as yet, but September might certainly be able to touch the floor. An image came floating into Sarah's head of September somehow standing on her feet, like a toddler might, face to face with her, allowing them both to dance back and forth across the floor. Hardly realistic, but it was a pleasant kind of notion. Anyway, there was no reason to think September wouldn't recover quickly; the doctors had only ruled out one form of recovery so far. Everything else was just bruises and tears, at the end of the day.

[TheBlackCitadel]

September managed to swing his legs off the bed beside her. He’s definitely making a bit of progress. The diaper kinda forced his legs apart a tiny bit. September just hoped he didn’t have an accident during this exercise.