I guess we weren't that close

The tattooed male patient grimaced as a physiotherapist lifted his arms sideways and ordered him to keep them still for twenty seconds - it was clearly a huge task for him as he sucked in his breath and tiny dots of sweat formed on his forehead.

His teal-haired partner watched further away, quietly cheering for him and encouraging him without saying a word.

"Why is it so difficult?" Jiro sighed as his shoulders slumped.

"It's natural to feel weak," the female physiotherapist said as she gently rotated his arms in a small circular pattern.

"Your body has been motionless for two months and you have only been conscious for a week. It has only recently begun to move again."

The patient groaned in frustration, biting his lip and turning his head away. His formerly defined muscles had disappeared and his limbs had softened from immobility.