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again in time. The doctors are hopeful. Prognosis is good. Oh, how everyone loves to tell me that one.
    Running, working—those are still questionable.
    Traveling—that is one cruel joke now. A metal screw holds me together. Yeah, those airport security people will love me. Wheelchair or no wheelchair, if I see one airport security guy pull on a latex glove while looking at me, I’m going to jail for a whole lot of different reasons than setting off some damn alarms.
    The therapist spouts off about the healing process emotionally. Seriously, if my dick would stay hard, I would tell the fucker to suck it and shove all these emotions up his ass. However, my dick won’t work right, and since I’m apparently growing a pussy, I will tell him my emotions.
    Hatred.
    Anger.
    Disgust.
    There ya go, doc. Choke on those.
    Part of me is glad I’m stuck here at this rehabilitation center and not at home. I don’t want my brothers to see me like this. They still come to visit me, but they aren’t here long enough to see me struggle just to go to the bathroom or when I need help to bathe myself. Even if I do get my legs back, I will never want another woman in the shower with me again. Being helpless enough to have broads help wash me has cured me of that particular sexual enjoyment.
    What I wouldn’t do for a beer and my recliner right now. Instead, I’m living in this sterile room for the time being without the comforts of home. The one time Ice tried to sneak in a couple of beers, the nurse sniffed that shit out as soon as I popped the tab on the can.
    Jesus. I worked with military K-9s who couldn’t sniff out bombs or drugs as fast as that bitch caught my beer. I’m usually not one to believe in any sort of abnormal or paranormal things, but I keep an eye on that particular nurse now. I swear she has super powers or some shit. Yeah, I’m keeping an eye on Nurse Nosey now because I don’t trust that bitch and her super sniffer.
    The sound of a knock on my door pulls me out of my thoughts. I look over to see the super powers nurse walk into my room. I watch her with narrowed, suspicious eyes as she saunters in, writes something up on the board, and then walks over to make my bed.
    The sight of her doing the simple task only irritates me. When I bother to make my bed back home, it took me all of thirty seconds. Now, if I bother to try, it takes ten minutes. I want to put my hands around Nurse Nosey’s neck and wring it.
    Not wanting her in my space, I snap, “Leave my bed the fuck alone.”
    I may not be happy about being here, and this might just be a pseudo hospital room, but it is my fucking room. I don’t like her coming in and messing with shit that is supposed to be my space.
    My gruff command doesn’t faze her. She simply steps away from my bed, gives me the evil eye, and puts her fists on her hips in irritation.
    “Somebody’s grouchy again today, Mr. McCoy,” she says in a feigned sweet voice.
    “A man might be less grouchy if you didn’t take his beer away.”
    “Too bad for you,” she responds.
    Walking back over to my board, she points at the schedule the doctor and nurses have written down for me. “Your physical therapist says you can handle a longer workout now, so he’s moving your session to two o’clock. That gives you an extra thirty minutes. Make sure you meet him in the gym on time.”
    Crossing my arms over my chest, I growl, “Don’t worry about me gettin’ there on time, woman. I’m going to my appointment so that I’m one step closer to walkin’ out of this place as fast as fuckin’ possible.”
    Nurse Nosey gives me a genuine smile. “I’m glad to hear that, Mr. McCoy.”
    She turns to walk out of the room, but before she clears the door, I make sure I have the last word.
    “I’ll be glad to have you choke on your words and my dick.”
    ~Desirae~
    “How ya holdin’ up, Des?” Sass asks gently, bringing me a bottled water to the couch.
    “Suffocating.” I sigh. “I know