She had just finished an acupuncture session and needed to gauge exactly how much Yvonne had recovered to determine the next phase of treatment and rehabilitation.
Yvonne bit her lip, her hands gripping the wheelchair armrests, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. Her legs felt weak, and her atrophied calves trembled as they touched the ground. The sweat on her brow grew heavier, and her pale face made the onlookers anxious, fearing another failure.
But to everyone's surprise, this time, Yvonne stood up!
Although she was still a bit unsteady, she was undeniably standing on her own, controlling her body enough to stay upright without falling.
"I... I can stand!" Yvonne's eyes widened, her voice filled with disbelief and joy. "I can really stand up!"
Leilani smiled, holding her arm to guide her first step. "Yes, just like that. Keep your center of gravity forward."
Yvonne stumbled slightly but quickly regained her balance. She took two more steps before letting go of Leilani's hand and standing independently.
"Milford! Look! I can walk!" She turned to her brother, who was standing at the door, tears welling in her eyes.
Milford strode over, grabbing his sister's shoulders to support her, his voice hoarse. "...You really can."
He looked up at Leilani, a storm of emotions in his eyes, before whispering, "Thank you."
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