A World Apart (Scomiche)

Chapter 30: Miracles

Scott's P.O.V.

What just happened? Mitch loves me? This is amazing!

I sat in the car in front of our apartment, still trying to process the fact that the man of my dreams had just told me he loves me. Kissed me even. It made me sad that he wasn't staying at the apartment anymore, so we couldn't talk some more.

I finally decided that I should go inside, so I turned off the car sand stepped out into the cool fall air.

I just still couldn't believe it. Mitch loved me. Of all people.

As soon as I got into the apartment, I grabbed the carton of strawberries out of the fridge and sat down on the couch, starting to brainstorm. I wanted to surprise Mitch somehow. But what could I do?

An idea suddenly popped into my brain. What I wanted, more than anything, was to bring Mitch home. So that's exactly what I'd do.

Mitch's P.O.V.

"Kirstie! I'm home!" I shouted as I rolled through the doorway. Avi's car was parked in the driveway, but I didn't see Avi or Kirstie in the living room. I really hope they aren't in Kirstie's bedroom...getting comfortable...

"Be there in a sec!" Kirstie's voice shouted. I sighed. It definitely came from her bedroom.

I lifted myself out of my wheelchair and onto the couch with ease, settling into the cushions to wait for Kirstie. Everyday actions had been easier since I had gotten time to adjust. My arms were so weak before that I couldn't even lift myself up. Now I could finally get around on my own, and I had to admit, it felt pretty great. But not great enough.

Kirstie and I had been working on my walking every day. Even on the days that I had physical therapy, Kirstie helped me try to walk again. Now Avi always had to be here to help us, because Kirstie couldn't hold me up anymore. I don't think that it's because I'm getting heavier, it's just Kirstie's smaller than she used to be. I read online that trauma can change the way a person acts and even looks, so maybe that's what was happening to Kirstie.

"What's up Michele?" Kirstie called as she and Avi walked into the living room, hand in hand.

I shrugged. "Nothing much. You ready to start this?"

"Let's do it." Avi walked over to the couch and wrapped my arm around his shoulders, his arm across the top of my back. Carefully, he lifted me up off of the couch, supporting my upper half while my legs dangled loosely on the floor.

"So have you told Scott yet?" Kirstie asked from the couch.

"No. I want it to be a surprise. And besides, it's not like I can walk yet."

Last week, after physical therapy, we started to work, as usual. Then, something miraculous happened. I was able to move my feet.

It wasn't major movement. I could just roll my ankles around a little bit. But it fueled me to work harder every day. I was hoping that this was the beginning of getting my legs back. I just thought it would be amazing to surprise Scott one day.

"Try to move your legs a little," Avi directed. I clutched to his shoulder and concentrated, staring intently at my legs. I was able to twitch them a little, but still wasn't able to control them.

"Concentrate," Avi whispered.

"I'm trying!" I shouted back.

"Mitch!" Kirstie yelled.

I let go of Avi and turned around to face her.

"What?!"

A stunned silence filled the room, and at first, I wasn't entirely sure why.

Kirstie pointed a shaky finger at my legs. "Mitch..."

Avi covered his mouth with his hand, his eyes wide. "Oh. My. Gosh."

I looked down and nearly passed out.

I was standing.