Luna breathed in deeply. The very fact that she could do all that she had done so far was incredible enough already. She wouldn't even be disappointed if her legs gave out. One miracle cure, even if it didn't quite stand as much as Luna was hoping, was enough fortune for anyone.
Maybe all of her failures in judgement and self-control until now had been leading to this. Maybe her pain was really a blessing in disguise. Or maybe karma had finally decided to give her a break.
She gingerly set one foot on the ground.
She felt the cold, hard linoleum tiles. That was a good sign. Before, she hadn't been able to feel her legs at all. She could barely feel it when she was hit, hard, in the lower back. But now she could feel all the way to her toes, and they were sensitive, too. Luna wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not, and briefly considered asking for medical help, but then decided against it almost immediately. She had to get over the miracle before she got back to average medicine.
Attempting to be firm, but still shaky and soft, she placed her other foot on the ground. She could feel that one too. She stretched and curled her toes a few times. She had missed that, though not for any particular reason. Luna hadn't been particularly interested in her feet and how they moved, it was just the loss of them that frustrated her. People who started at feet and drooled like animals were idiots. Sure, they were sometimes sensitive, but really? One of the extremities, worshiped like it was important? That was like being turned on by seeing hands. Idiotic.
Luna carefully gripped the edge of the bed, attempting to be gentle with this too, but as she began to push she found her hands clenching so hard in the sheets that she was sure the knuckles were white. They had to be.
Slowly, ever so slowly, she rose to her feet. Wobbly, yes. Unsteady, yes. Out of practice with walking, yes. Too weak to properly support her, yes. So she didn't fight it when she fell, right into someone's waiting arms.
But she stood. She had actually stood, under her own power. Not an illusion, not a commercial. Her.
Luna breathed out a sigh of relief, and then buried her face in Lukas's chest. He was here, naturally. After all, why shouldn't he be? He was her...
He was her... Her...
Who the fuck was Lukas, and what was he doing holding her like this? And why did she like it so much? Why did it feel so right?
Luna stared at the familiar face, confused. She wouldn't have sworn she'd never seen this man before, as she was terrible with names, so it was plausible that she had forgotten him if she had. Luna had gotten out of her career of partying a while ago, so she couldn't have met him recently if he was from that. All of their faces blended together anyway. She still had never had sex at all, because perhaps as a side effect of her abysmal judgement skills, if she wasn't high through the roof or very, very drunk she was practically immune to seduction, but she hadn't minded at all spending a late night out at a club or bar with a guy.
So who was Lukas? And why did she know his name? It was true that she remembered people who she had a reason to remember, like if they spent a lot of quality time together, or if she was closely related to them, or if they were someone important at work. Well, the last one didn't apply anymore, but oh well. That didn't really matter. The first two sort of didn't apply either.
What mattered was why she knew him. He didn't really seem like her type at all, though way back when she would've gone with practically anyone as long as they were hot and willing. And to be fair, this Lukas was stunningly sexy, and looked more than willing. He looked like he was already barely holding back.
In fact, his eyes were already a dark grey, with the golden and silver she had seen before swallowed up by lust.
Luna gulped. She was sure that it must have been audible.
Lukas's grip slowly tightened on her, and then he pressed his body against her. Luna should have noticed it earlier, considering the way that she had been all but nuzzling his chest, but he was shirtless. In fact, it turned out, he was completely naked. That she discovered as something hot, hard, and way too big pressed against her thighs while her back pressed against the cool sheets of the hospital bed.
Luna spread her legs for him against her better judgement. Or, well, worse judgement? Did she even have better judgement to begin with?
No, not really, Luna admitted to herself as her mind went white with pleasure.