Chapter 16

“If he’s some asshole with a perfect life, I’m not sure I want to meet him.” Arkady sighs.

“Would I be friends with an asshole? No. He’s a good guy. He’s thirty, so older than you, but younger than my thirty-nine. He’s disabled, has been since birth, but he’s so positive about it,” Prisha says, massaging some tension out of Arkady’s calf.

“Disabled how?” Arkady’s curious. He’s met other patients at the physical therapy clinic, talked with some in the waiting room especially, and has realized they’re normal people. He likes some of them, dislikes others, so he knows things could go either way with this friend of Prisha’s.

“His right arm is totally paralyzed but feels phantom pain. The doctors could never work out why or do anything to fix it. He does PT to stop the muscles from wasting away. That’s how I met him; he’s a really sweet guy. I think you could use another friend, one who understand pain and life being more difficult,” Prisha says.