"Let's slow down."

Keegan slowly strokes your back as you try to walk, holding onto the parallel bars in the military rehabilitation center with your hands. The man supported you, trying to help you take one more extra step before your arms and legs finally weaken from the strain.

"It's okay, you can do it, come on."

Keegan gets in front of you, holding your palms firmly in his hands and taking a step back, provoking you to instinctively move a little closer.

"You're safe."