Joe groaned softly as he sat down on the bed. The same old nurse stood over him, arms crossed, wearing a satisfied look.
“That’s a lot of progress,” she said, her tone holding the closest thing to a smile he had ever seen on her face. “I told you that you would start healing faster once we got you up and moving.”
Joe pushed down the urge to roll his eyes as he rubbed at his aching knees. He had healed enough that the nurse had insisted he needed to get moving. A small part of him was relieved he could walk again, but his legs still felt stiff and painfully sore, like they might give out if he pushed them too far.
“You’ll be out of here in no time,” she added as she helped ease him back into the bed.
“Great,” he muttered. “Out of here and back in a cell.”
“Better than dead,” she replie
