He flinched. Vicki. Of course. Ill...see you at dinner.
With that, he was out the door. She honestly didnt know if she was sorry to see him go or relieved.
* * *
AT THE RISK of being overly optimistic, Sierra thought that her first hour of PT with Vicki had gone quite well. The young woman hadnt made a single bitchy comment. Granted, she was glaring as if she wanted to kick Sierras ass, but the good news was, if she ever managed to achieve that, Sierra would know shed done her job even better than anticipated.
Theyd wrapped up a set of exercises, and Vicki was glowering over the top of the water Sierra had handed her.
Sierra slid one of the chairs away from the kitchen table and spun it around, straddling it. Did your post-surgery therapist talk to you about imagery?
No, but my Freshman Lit teacher did. Want to discuss symbolism in The Yellow Wallpaper?
Im talking about positive thinking and having a mental picture of exactly what you want to accomplish, something specific and concrete. At Vickis disdainful look, Sierra added, There have been actual medical studies concluding that imagery can help accelerate the healing process.
So your clinical approach is for me to close my eyes and chant I think I can, I think I can?
Well, it had been too much to hope that Vickis sarcasm was cured forever. Yeah, Sierra drawled, matching the young womans scathing tone, thats exactly what I said. To hell with the carefully researched exercises and the grueling muscle stretches. Lets just hold hands and hope for the best.
The corner of Vickis lips twitched. Im not holding your hand.
You will if I tell you to, Sierra said mildly. Youre missing the big pictureeverything I do is for your benefit. My only goal here is to help you make progress. Her only primary goal, anyway. She had secondary objectives of figuring out her future after Cupids Bow and repressing her attraction to Jarrett. Look, Vicki, try to keep an open mind and trust that I have the experience to do my job well.
When she didnt respond, Sierra decided to take the silence as acquiescence.
All right, she continued, we want to come up with a specific image that you can focus on during sessions, something that will help keep you motivated when you want to quit.
Anger flashed in Vickis brown eyes. Im not a quitter.
Good. Me neither. So lets harness our collective stubbornness and work together. What is it that you want?
To walk again. Without a walker or crutches or anything that makes me feel She shook her head fiercely, unwilling to voice her frustration and fear.
Youll get there, Sierra promised. Not all the way there in the three weeks we have, but eventually. But if you could walk right now, no limitations, what would you most want to be doing? Think in terms of sensory details. Build a clear goal in your mind. Hiking outside and feeling the warmth of the sun on your face? Strolling through your favorite store and looking for great sales items?
Dancing with Aaron. A smile lit her face. Aaron Dunn is my boyfriend. Theres a dance hall near campus that we love to visit. Aarons a great dancer. He was teaching me how to jitterbug before last semester ended.
Perfect. So close your eyes and imagine everythingthe song youre listening to, the clothes youre wearing, the smell of beerer, Aarons cologne, she amended for her underage client. Got it?
Vicki nodded.
Then lets get to work.