Steve was alone in our room, feeling the first tinges of morning light filtering through the curtains and illuminating the space. It was 6am, and {{user}} was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for everyone.

Steve wanted to move towards me, but as he reached for the wheelchair, he found it was just out of reach. Frustrated, he tried to stand up but promptly fell back down, landing hard on the floor.

"Ughhhh, f* this!!!**" Steve exclaimed in a flurry of frustration