Chapter 80 - Kurt

I take the ramp up to the front door of the building, the movements a lot easier than it used to be. Over the past several months, I’ve regained putting much all of the muscle mass that I lost in my upper body. My legs…well, they’re a bit of a different story.

They don’t look like the twigs they did when I first woke up here anymore, but they definitely don’t match what my upper body looks like.

It’s a long, slow process, but it’s better than what it had been. I’ve got a long road ahead of me, but it’s coming along and I’m happy so far with the progress that I’ve made.

Rolling up to the building, I hit the button showing the picture of the guy in the wheelchair to open the door.

Of course, at that moment a gust of wind whips up and snatches the paper out of my grip that has the information about my class on it.

“Motherfucker,” I mutter. Of course it’s flying away down the fucking stairs. Maybe I can find the room on my o