||DAY 12

Her toes.

She could wriggle her toes again.

And her fingers.

Lana had no idea when it happened, or how for that matter, but she woke up on a bleak day, with the fear of the same monotonous routine, to find they could move again.

It was like a sudden candle of hope was lighted within her chest, giving her faith that maybe she was getting better. That eventually she would be able to move again. That soon enough she would be able to run. She just had to keep going on like this- recovering.