On day eight, the pain returned with a vengeance. Like a thousand needles puncturing his flesh. Molten lava poured into his spine. An ice pick hammered through each vertebra. On day nine, he could twitch his toes. On day ten, he could move his ankles. On day eleven, he could hobble out of bed with the aid of a cane—Molly’s cane.
Yaaaaay! I love it! And Molly's cane!!!!!! Awwww!
