Chapter Twenty Two

"Please, hold my hand and try to stand up," Stacy offered to Carlton as soon as she pushed him to the garden, as she readied her mind for whatever would come out of trying to make him exercise his legs by walking.

'Last time, it didn't end well,' she reminded herself.

"Do you think that is a nice idea, doctor? I have weight and you have a smaller body frame. We can both fall if I miss my steps," Carlton speculated as he stared into her eyes with doubt, remembering what happened between them not quite long ago at the same place.

Stacy darted her eyes instantly to another direction when it felt as if his eyes would bore deep into her soul and answered, "Please, do not bother about that. Just watch my steps and do as I tell you."

"I can use the walker instead," he persisted again but she smiled instead.

"I have my reasons, Mr. Howard," she assured, and knelt before him to adjust the pads that she had attached to his knees. She also checked the ones around his elbow to be sure they