Chapter 1897


    Serena had a sinking feeling in her gut, "My leg, it''s not going to heal properly, is it? Right at the knee?


    I need to see."


    "Don''t look." Martin''s voice wasced withpassion, "There''s nothing to see right now, it''s all


    bandaged up."


    Tears streamed down Serena''s cheeks as she fumbled with the nket, her clumsy hands struggling to


    do what once was second nature – hitching up her pant leg.


    She was frantic and furious.


    "Let me help." Martin eventually said, slowly and reluctantly rolling up her pant legs to her knees.


    Both knees were wrapped in white bandages, obscuring any detail, but Serena could feel the stiffness


    in her legs, especially the left one encased in ster. What in the world had happened?


    "My leg." Serena lifted her tearful eyes to Martin, "Is it injured?"


    She remembered the moment she knelt in broken ss, repeatedly bowing her head in plea to Louisa.


    Tiny shards of ss had embedded themselves deep into her knees.


    The damage was done.


    But what about her left leg? Why the ster?


    Martin''s eyes reddened, "You just can''t walk for now."


    "What do you mean I can''t walk?"


    "The ss in your knee was deep, it reached the bone." Martin spoke with difficulty, "When you were


    crawling on the ground, the ss dug even deeper into your flesh. They''ve removed it through surgery,


    but you''ll need a wheelchair for now."


    Serena felt like she''d been struck by lightning.


    No wonder she felt excruciating pain all over, particrly in her knees, as shey feverish in that


    basement, deliriously drinking dirty water from a stic basin.


    Was that when the ss had buried itself even deeper?


    "And there''s more, the Collins family might have been a bit too rough when they hit you, one of your leg


    bones is fractured, hence the ster."


    Serena''s eyes widened.


    "The doctors have set the bone back in ce, now it needs time to heal about three months. But your


    knees will need around six months to recover."


    Perhaps fearing her despair, Martin quickly added, "After six months, you''ll be able to walk. You''ll just


    need another three months of physical therapy."


    Serena was beyond devastated.


    She was a thousand times, no, ten thousand times more shattered than mere copse could convey.


    This meant for the next half year, she''d be confined to a wheelchair, and even after that, she''d need


    another three months of rehab to regain her former strength.


    "Will I make a full recovery?" The tears spilled over as Serena asked, dreading the answer, "Can I


    dance ballet like before? Or will it only be seventy or eighty percent of what it was?"


    "With current medical treatments, you can expect to recover seventy to eighty percent."


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    Martin''s words sent Serena into a torrent of sobs, her body shaking uncontrobly, unable to digest this


    devastating news.


    Her hands, perhaps, she could ept not fully recovering, but her feet too, unable to dance as before?


    "In nine months you''ll walk normally, no one will be the wiser, but dancing won''t be as graceful as it


    was. If ites to that, you could always choose not to dance."


    Serena''s weeping intensified. In high society, how could one simply not dance?