She had originally wanted a realistic-looking leg that'd barely look any different from her actual one, but they had run out at the time and she didn't want to wait for months on end. Now, she's glad she got this one. It took a little time, but Nathaniel managed to convince her that she should wear her prosthetic with pride and this is so stunning, she doesn't know why she didn't want it in the first place. If she's going to be wearing a robotic limb replacement for the rest of her life, she may as well like how it looks.

"Like it?" Nate asks nervously.

Camila runs her fingers across the sleek, matte black limb before replying, "Yeah."

She doesn't even notice the small tear drawing a path down her cheek until it lands on her hand. Not a sad tear, no; a tear of relief.

"Wanna put it on?"

And she does just that, with a little trouble. Nate tells her that she'll get used to it and it'll get easier, which she is grateful for.

Once it's on, she gasps audibly. It's so much comfier than the other, which would dig into her thigh and discourage her tremendously. It's also much lighter and more slender, and it's shape is almost like her other leg. Nate offers her a hand when she stands. This one feels sturdy and supportive without feeling like an intrusion.

"How does it feel?" She is asked. Looking up from the leg, tears rest in her eyes.

"Great." She nods, and then throws her arms around him, "It feels great. Oh, thank you so much!"

He laughs a little before lowering the excited girl back into the wheelchair.

"Lets go practice, shall we?" He asks and she nods rapidly.

Ten minutes or so and she's walking with the parallel bars. Another five and she's using just one. It takes twenty before she swaps it for a crutch, but then she's smiling broadly.

At some point, she is informed of her family's arrival - all of them - but she pushes herself to be walking without aid before she goes to greet them. She was doing it before with the other prosthetic, but only for short distances and short times. Now, she's more determined than ever.

And then she does it; she walks the length of the room by herself, and she comes back again. Her pace is still a little slower than naturally, but it's a lot faster than with that other, heavier leg.

"Yes! Yes, Camila! That's it!" Nathaniel encourages and Camila feels a face-eating grin of pride grow on her lips.

"I'm- I'm doing it!" She exclaims, putting her hands up in the air before stumbling on her next step. With a small struggle, she catches herself and returns to her previous victory stance. That elicits laughter from them both before they share another friendly embrace filled with congratulations and thank yous.

"Ready to see your family?" He asks and she nods, slowly making her way towards the door and not bothering with the chair or a crutch. She's going to make it all the way to the waiting room, she tells herself. Even if it takes a while.

It's worth it when she turns the final corner and the waiting room appears before her. Close family friends, neighbours, and relatives take up much of the farthest row. When she notices they are all distracted and look tired or even upset, she frowns, confused.

"Guys!" She calls, gaining everyone's attention. There's a moment of pause before recognition spreads over their faces and they quickly jump from their seats and clamber over to her, enveloping her in hugs and cheek-kisses as she laughs at them all.

"You're walking! You're walking!" Some point out, and she nods excitedly.

"Go up there and come back again." Her mother instructs, gesturing up the hallway.

Camila turns and slowly, but surely, limps down the hall a little before coming back and receiving more cheek kisses and an excited round of applause.

"¿Cuándo regresas?" Her Abuelita asks, and Camila's smile only grows.
[When are you returning (home)?]

"Mañana!" She exclaims and another round of hugs and kisses is sent her way.
[Tomorrow!]