By the time Davis came out of the bathroom, Jessica had already gone downstairs to retrieve their dinner.
It had been set earlier in the dining hall, but because of the lengthy therapy session, they hadn't been able to eat at the usual time. Now, balancing the tray in her hands, Jessica carefully made her way back upstairs to their room.
Meanwhile, Davis sat on the edge of the bed, feeling strangely refreshed. His leg, which had been sore and trembling from the intense therapy session, now felt surprisingly flexible and light.
The usual numbness and pain were gone. Instead, he felt calm, peaceful and rejuvenated.
His brow furrowed in thoughtfulness and wondering. "How does she always do this?" he muttered to himself.
"After therapy, I should be sore and drained. But it's the opposite." He mused, though she had always warned him that it will be painful yet she will make sure at the end he felt much better and relieved.
