This week went on rather uneventful really. It has been a week since I ran away from Ethan on Monday. he didn't really say anything about it anymore but I could always feel his gaze on me but whenever I look at him he was looking away. 

But he was more willing to cooperate with me. Every day this week when I came to the room he was sitting up and was already dressed. He did everything I asked him to, and he only compliant the normal amount. 

It was almost pleasant to be around him. We took small steps this week because I didn't want to push my luck with his nice behaviour.

We mostly did prosthetic maintenance training and binding of the stump. So he learned to do all these things alone. 

And with the intense physiotherapy, he was having his walking has improved signific. Now he only took the crutches if we were going to need to travel a long distance.

And most of all we manage to have normal civil conversations. He talked about his feelings, well more like he uses two words good and bad. But I just like him when he is not cursing at me.

My bruises were now completely gone. And I didn't get any new ones since my Father was barely home in the past week. I hung out with Natalie and Liam and told them what happened with my father. They were angry and sad but I just needed someone to tell. 

Noah sent me some texts this week asking when we will see each other again. And I was avoiding him a little since I made a little progress with Ethan that I didn't want to go to waste. I still needed to talk to him about this. I will do it today. 

But other than that it was a pretty nice and calm week. 

I was heading up to Ethan's room. When I opened the door he was laying in bed and didn't look too happy. 

˝Hi there Ethan, what is up? You look like you are not feeling too good?˝I ask him with a little concern in my voice.

˝ Faking leg,˝ he spits but not at me. 

˝ Is your leg hurting?˝ I say standing next to the bad.

˝ Yeeee but the part that isn't even there, fucking hell,˝ He yells and I can see it is bothering him a lot. 

˝Yea that happens it is called phantom pain, because the brains are programmed to feel the leg even tho the leg is now not there anymore.˝ I say with a frown on my face. I mean it sucks that something you don't even have hurts.

˝We can try mirror therapy if you are up to it. The studies have shown to decrease pain.˝ I say studying his face carefully. 

˝Can I just get pain meds?˝ he asks and I can see the plea in his eyes. 

˝They won't really work since it is not an actual pain but kind of like brain playing tricks on you..˝ I say trying my best to explain.

˝What is this mirror therapy?˝ He asks defeated.

˝Mirror therapy (MT) is a rehabilitation therapy in which a mirror is placed between the arms or legs so that the image of a moving non-affected limb gives the illusion of normal movement in the affected limb. By this setup, different brain regions for movement, sensation, and pain are stimulated...˝ I say a little proud that I remembered the definition.

˝I will be right back and set the things up,˝ I say with a warm smile.

I still need to ask Alex if it is okay to do mirror therapy with him. 

When Alex said it was okay... I set the things up and we start the therapy. He was not impressed at first and didn't want to do it. He was also grumpy because of the pain.

After we finished I wanted to assess his pain level to see if there was any difference.

˝So if you would have to say, what was your pain level before the therapy? from 1-10?˝ I say 

˝A  solid 7,˝ he says.

˝Okey so how about now? is it any better if you would have to label it from 1-10?˝ I say nothing.

˝I guess it is a little better, maybe a 4...˝ he says but the nice tone of his voice says that he is indeed feeling better. 

˝Well that is great to hear,˝ I say and can't hide my smile.  ˝I will leave these things here so if you are feeling the pain you can always do what we did.˝ I say putting the things away.

˝Thank you.˝ he says. And I am a little taken back. He has never really said thank you. I don't know why it meant so much to me, but it did. I felt a warm feeling inside my stomach. 

I turned to him and give him the most genuine smile. ˝ I do appreciate you saying that,˝ I said and just couldn't stop smiling. He was looking uncomfortable and Is there a faint blush on his cheeks? I don't know.

˝I have so many plans for us this next few weeks,˝ I say and he just rolls his eyes. 

˝So I have been meaning to ask you something....˝ I start not really knowing how to ask this.

˝Yea? What is it?˝ He says in his composed voice.

˝Noah has been texting me...˝ I say not really knowing where I am going with this. His eyes shift and there is that unknown emotion again.

˝And I have been avoiding his text a little. But I just need to know is it okay for me to text him or is it too awkward me being your OT and all?˝  I say and it is like a stone rolled off my chest when I got this out in the open. 

I was silence for some time.... and when I want to say something he cuts me

˝You can do whatever you want, but I don't like you talking to him.˝ He says.

˝Oh,˝ I exhale a little disappointed. He was probably embarrassed his friends knowing about me helping him.

˝It is just he is really nice and I don't want to be rude to him.˝ I say not really talking to Ethan anymore.

˝Do whatever..˝ he says looking out the window.

˝You know if they knew about this it would be much easier..˝ I say and he just stays quiet.

 ˝I won't talk to him anymore..˝ I say disappointed. But I just don't want to have to be in this drama.  I know I should stand up for myself but I don't know. I can't.

Ethan looks at me. And I offer him a half-smile but there is emptiness behind my eyes and regret behind Ethan's eyes.