Two months passed while Nate went through rehab. He could maneuver around with his crutches well and was able to return home and to his job.
Life was good as he spent time with his girls nearly every day. On the days that he had therapy, he only got a chance to peak in on them in bed.
If there was anything good in his life, it was Jalyn and Jasmine, his daughters. They gave him the motivation to push through the pain, to strive to do better.
Mom and Dad had visited for two weeks, making certain that the girls were adjusted before they left. It was a drastic change from the Midwest, but the girls were excited to be able to go to the beach and see dolphins.
Most days, Vera would take them while he was at physical therapy. Sometimes on the weekend, he would take them and go right up to the water’s edge, but still couldn’t bring himself to venture any further than getting his foot wet.
A new school year was about to begin and he had to meet with the board for review, formalities to discuss how everything is going now that he is out of the hospital.
Nate was a nervous wreck. His PTSD had been out of control. It was as if the time spent with the counselor had only aggravated his condition, not helped. He had nightmares nearly every night. It had progressed into his waking consciousness as well.