Poppy rubbed the back of his neck, making eye contact but saying nothing. "Alright. That's okay," he said, leaning back. "We're trying to develop these connections a little more. Right now, your brain's sensors do not register with the leg. That's why you're not moving. So, we just need to make those connections again."
"Well, I'll do a few exercises with you, and you'll do some at home, and we'll eventually make it work."
"It can," he said with a slow nod. "Our work has yielded very effective results. It varies for every person, but we'll do our best."
He looked up at Poppy before looking back at Francis. "Ma'am, would you mind leaving us alone for a moment?" Poppy hesitated, looking down at Francis before slowly moving towards the door.
His brows furrowed. "She's going to be in May. I was hoping I would be able to stand at my wedding, but.."
"May," he muttered, thinking slowly. "Well, we can discuss that. Regardless, for a lot of people, they prefer to not have their significant other in the room for these appointments. It's a pride thing. I wanted to see how you felt about it."
He nodded before gesturing to a mat on the ground. "Great. If you wouldn't mind lying down on the mat, facing the ceiling, I'll go let her know."
Dr. Foss returned in a few moments, his gaze slightly distracted but focusing on Francis. "Well done. Alright. So, for today I'm going to work with your legs a bit and show you some of the exercises, okay?"
"They may seem a little strange," he amended, "but I promise they're useful." He pulled a rolled towel out from a wicker basket and placed it under Francis' knees and began to push down gently, causing his feet to lift off the ground.
