"I remember, there was a piece of metal... And a lot of blood."
She stated, assuming that the destruction of the ship must have had a part in making the situation worse. Upon hearing what he had done in the surgery she frowned slightly, that wasn't a minor problem by any means.
"six to eight weeks?"
It was a long time, but she knew in the grand scheme of things the time would pass quickly. Docs reaction to it was enough to keep her calm. He had heard of worse, she would be OK. She thanked the surgeon as he left the room.
The physiotherapist entered as he left. At first she was hesitant, despite wanting to trust her she was having trouble letting that wall down. However as they talked, and seeing she was gentle, eventually Ashley began to relax, it was clear she was still on edge.
The work on some of the joints felt strange, they hadn't been worked properly in a long time and she was quite stiff. After some time she wondered where he had gone, but she was soon distracted with the light exercises.
