A Dilemma

“Haaah….”

“You'll hurt yourself if you do that. You'll get hurt. Straighten your back more.”

Despite Glen's concerned instructions, the strength slowly drained from the hand gripping the rope.

It wasn't that hard.

The ragged breathing of someone worn out wasn't the problem; sighs full of frustration kept slipping out.

“No, Yuria. If you just let go like that, you'll really hurt yourself. Your arm's already in bad shape as it is.”

“You said it was pretty much better.”

“Pretty much better doesn't mean fully healed. You seem especially unfocused today. Is yesterday still affecting you?”

Just as Glen had nagged, I really couldn't focus on my rehabilitation.

There were several reasons, but at their core, they all came down to one issue...