Chapter 73 My Leg Is Fine, Sasha

• Aurora
• The stroll outside was truly a breath of fresh air because the air smelled sweet. It wasn’t like the stuffy hospital room that smelled of medicine and fear; out here, the wind was calm, carrying the scent of pine trees and snow.
• As Leon pushed my wheelchair along the stone path of the private gardens, I took a deep breath, feeling my lungs expand without that heavy pressure for the first time.