Recovering

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The doctor came and examined my leg. He gave orders for me to keep a sort of cast on and to use the cane everywhere. He also said I needed to practice to walk every morning. So, Sebastian was assigned that. Each day afterwards, he would wake me up in the morning, carry me to the gardens and, how should I put it in a positive way, forced me to walk. It was horribly painful and ended up in frustration, lots of bruisings, sweat and tears. Also, the fact that Sebastian was the worst to come for teaching how to walk. My days were in bed, but when I could walk even a little I was assigned small jobs that didn't require lots os activities. After a month or so, I was limping along. My leg was still deformed, and the doctor said it might stay like that for my whole life. But what bothered me was that I became more and more incapable of turning into the tiger. I missed the days where I would freely run around in the forest and splash in the brooks. But that wasn't for a long time. 

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