Three months later, the crutches were gone.
Hiro had started walking on his own now. However, his mobility was still somewhat restricted. Though he had started walking without support, that didn't mean the ache had disappeared.
His leg still ached when the weather turned, and the muscles around the joint were still rebuilding themselves fiber by fiber.
His progress had been nothing but remarkable.
Even Elena had quoted it, and Dr. Nakamura, while studying his reports with a frown on his face, had called it unexpected.
However, unlike the two, Hiro called it survival.
The world had moved on, and he sat in his room on a gray afternoon, scrolling through his phone and watching the season unfold without him. The window opened a crack, letting in the hum of Madrid traffic and a thin breath of cool spring air.
The league table glowed on the screen.
La Liga, March 2030
