The dietician worked right beside Mr. Wellington’s chef, preparing meals that would help me recover and become stronger. I gave them all my unflinch...ing devotion and tried to achieve all the benchmarks they set for my recovery.It just wasn’t happening the way they wanted.Though I could lift slight weights, walk for several miles without collapsing, and swim - a little – but at least some, my medical team was lost as to how to help me pass through the physical barriers that held me back and kept. Well that was not coming of any time soon. The warmth of the tuband the peace it represented took me and I lay back to enjoy the respite.I could learn to like this part.I continued to drift until I became aware that the water had coolednoticeably. It was not cold, just not hot. I decided it was time andcarefully stood up washing away the bubbles that were clinging to mybody. I carefully stepped out and dried off with a pair of soft doubleterry towels. My legs began hurting and I realized. Between the door and the bed was Jenny’s closet. Hanging from the ceiling was a fan and covering the walls were more pictures of friends and family.“What did you want to talk about?” Adrian asked as his eyes lazily drifted from corner to corner.Jenny turned to him and her eyes seemed to glow in the faint darkness. She slowly reached up and brushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders. She pulled it all the way off, letting it fall down to her ankles and showing that she was wearing nothing. ’ ‘Just the chills. I’m fine.’ ‘Maybe we should get you to bed. I didn’t mean like that,’ he said raising his hands in defense to her glare. ‘All I meant is that you should probably rest. You don’t look so good.’ Suddenly feeling as though all her energy had been sucked out of her, Desiree let Gabriel lead her to her bed and watched him with weary eyes as he tucked her blankets around her. Desiree would have been taken aback by the concerned look on his face if she hadn’t had so much trouble.