Runaway TrainChapter 124
My worries about Liz had put my own fears to the back for a little while but they returned in full force as we headed back to the hospital Friday morning. I knew that the procedure to remove the scar tissue at my elbow was my last realistic chance to regain full usage of my hand. My arm was progressing pretty well. The feeling had returned to my upper arm (and the new scars had started to itch like a champ) as the muscles mended and the swelling decreased. I had feeling on the inside of my...