Chapter 13

Andrew felt a pit of dread form in his stomach.

Dr. Lee hesitated for a moment before responding. "It's too early to tell for sure. We'll need to do some tests and evaluations to determine the extent of the damage and what your prognosis is. But I won't sugarcoat it - the outlook might not be good."

Andrew's shock turned into anger as he tried to process the news. "What do you mean by 'the nerves in my leg might be damaged'?" he demanded of Dr. Lee. "Why can't I feel my legs?!"

In a sudden panic, Andrew ripped off his hospital bed cover and tried to stand up. He tried to get up from the hospital bed, but his legs wouldn't budge.

Panic set in as he started to hyperventilate, frantically trying to move his legs. Amelia tried to calm him down, holding onto his arm, but he pushed her away in a fit of anger and fear. Desperate to figure out what was happening to him.

Dr. Lee stepped forward, his voice calm and reassuring, as he placed his hand on Andrew's shoulder.

"Please, Mr Reynolds, y