"That's it, just one step. You can do it."
"I can't do it."
"Yes, you can."
"Ezra, stop telling me I can. I can't okay," Essen admitted out of frustration while straining to hold onto two metal bars. He was between them and standing on his two legs. But the problem was he could not move them forward, not even an inch he could move them. "Please just help me back to the goddamn wheelchair."
"Essen, I understand you're frustrated, but we need to keep trying. It has only been three days and your legs..."
"Ezra!"
"Okay, I'm coming," he said, pushing up his eyeglasses on his face before lending Essen a shoulder to clutch onto, while he dragged him and placed him in his wheelchair. "Maybe we'll try again tomorrow, yeah?"
But Essen was heavy with hopelessness. "Ezra, this is not working out."
"Don't say that. I can fix you..."