So, over the next few months, as her leg healed, we took walks.

"Without it, you'll be running around with that police detective, and your leg will never heal."

Let that leg heal itself up the best it can.

He wouldn't be going anywhere for a while, not until his leg healed.

When* my leg had healed sufficiently for me to walk again, I was given the run of the camp.

Today, his legs have almost healed, but nothing else has.

His leg would heal soon enough with only a little skill on her part.

The boy's leg was healing well, but he still wanted the doctor back to make sure it continued that way.

"When your legs heal, you'll go back and nothing will stop you."

Only then would I know if my legs would ever heal.