“I am washing your daughter,” Sophie said calmly, as if nothing about the situation was unusual. Elliot rushed forward, grabbed the hose, and pulled it away with force.
“Have you completely lost your mind?” he yelled, staring at her in disbelief. “My daughter has not walked in four years, she is paralyzed from the waist down, and I have spent millions on the best doctors in the world trying to help her.”
He continued without pausing, his voice rising with frustration and pain. “We went to neurologists in Switzerland, therapists in Japan, and experimental clinics in Germany, and none of them could fix this, so what makes you think a garden hose will?”
Sophie finally looked at him, her expression calm and steady in a way that unsettled him. “All those doctors treated her body,” she said quietly, “but none of them treated her mind.”
“That makes no sense,” Elliot snapped immediately, shaking his head in disbelief. “Every specialist told me the same thing, the spinal damage is permanent, and there is no recovery.”
Sophie tilted her head slightly and asked, “When was the last time any of them actually examined her?” Elliot hesitated, clearly caught off guard by the question.