Some Clues
They both stopped their conversation when the new therapist arrived.

Creak.

The door opened and closed again, revealing a young man in light green scrubs. The uniform for therapists at the hospital, the muscular young man with bulging arms stopped in front of Dakota and Sam, smiling as he extended his hand toward Dakota.

“Pardon me, Mr. Sorensson, for being late, let me introduce myself, I’m Dav your new therapist,” the man immediately recognized Dakota, of course, he was the one in the wheelchair and not Sam.

The young man extended his hand toward Dakota, waiting for him to shake it. Sam’s eyes widened; he wasn’t going to miss this chance again. After the last therapy session, Dakota had completely ignored him, even refusing to shake hands when their session ended, and it seemed the same thing was happening with this young man Dav, who had been holding out his hand for a while but Dakota just stared at him. Sam felt a sense of satisfaction, laughing to himself at the situation.

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