I'm now starting to regret not taking PT seriously.

Butter hasn't been taken on a proper walk since I got her and so I thought taking her to the park would be a smart idea. Well it wasn't. My useless nub of a leg is started to burn and ache due to the rubbing of the prosthesis and my fragile skin grafts were turning red from the beating sun.

Don't even get me started with the stares. While I might be wearing a baseball cap and baggy clothes to hide my metal leg and most of my burnt skin, I still managed to make a little girl cry and a group of teens snicker in my direction.

The only thing that was keeping me sane from the pain and embarrassment was the beautiful angel I was walking. The look of pure happiness on her face made this stupid walk worth it and even made me consider doing it again soon. So because of her, I ignored everything else until the pain became almost unbearable.

I soon sat down on a bench that was placed in front of a small pond filled with an overwhelming amount of birds. Butter, like the good dog she is, just sat right next to me rather than chase after the dumb squawkers. Looking over I see a group of children feeding the animals with their mother, suddenly knowing now why there were more birds here than what the pond could hold.

I slowly started to close my eyes to try to stop thinking about the aches all over my body, but was soon jolted from my calm mind. "Your leg is on wrong and I can see you didn't wear sunscreen." My eyes shot open to see the most handsome man I have ever seen. My original actions was to tell the person to 'fuck off' but after seeing the person, all I could say was "W-what?". He rolls his eyes and then sighs once he looks back at me. "Pull up your pant leg."

His attitude seemed like he was disappointed with me. I have no clue why since I never met this person in my life before, and have done nothing to cause his discouragement. I sat there in silence but once his stare (more like glare) made me feel self conscious, I decided it was time to move on with Butter's and my walk. "Fuck off man." I mumbled as I tried to stand up.

Before I could fully stand, the man pushed me back down by my shoulders. "Sit and let me help you." Suddenly started to get angry, the attractive looks of this annoying individual no longer mattered. "What the hell?! Leave me the fuck alone man!" Completely ignoring my obvious discomfort and anger, the man harshly pulled up my right pant leg. "I'm a physical therapist. Now shut up and let me help you. Cause obviously you have been neglecting your PT like a dumb ass."

My want to escape is no longer possible since the supposed 'PT' is examining my fake leg after he forcefully removed it from my body. "Why arn't you wearing the sock?" I groan, catching the attention of my once sleeping dog who just soon realized we have a guest. An annoying guest.

"It looks stupid." I mumble in embarrassment. I knew my response was childish and the man seemed to think the same. "What are you? Five?! Put the damn sock on you big baby! The reason why it hurts to walk is cause you're rubbing your scar tissue against your silicon socket. You're providing no cushion!" A mumbled a 'fine' after I snatched my leg back and forced it back onto my nub.

When I got my metal limb connected to my body again, I looked up to see the man was still there. "What now?" My patiences was about to snap pretty soon if the model of a man didn't leave me the bloody fuck alone. "Wear sunscreen on your grafts too dumbo." With that he walked away, not after throwing a business card at my face.

With no garbage can nearby, I just slipped the card into my sweats, not even bothering to look at it, and walked Butter back to the parking lot. And surprisingly my day was only ruined by that one nameless twat.

I was about to kiss my beautiful girlfriend up from her nap, but the front door of the apartment slammed open, waking Lilly instead. Due to how close my face was to her's, we instantly nocked heads, causing a groaning pain to erupt from both of us. "I'm sorry Angel! Are you alright?" I immediately kissed the reddening part of her forehead, feeling awful. "I'm fine Jason. Are you alright?"

Before I could give my love a response, we were interrupted by the previous intruder. Otherwise known as my best friend and his overly happy dog. "Awww that's cute... now start paying attention to me! I'm in a crisis right now!" I was about to tell him off and shove him out of out room, but Lilly beat me to it. "What's wrong Anthony?" He ripped out what looked to be a business card and threw it on the bed. "Thats what's wrong!" he yelled.

Looking down at the small rectangle of paper, I quickly noticed that it was for a PT named Jonathan Ivanov. Glimpsing away from the paper and back to my best friend, he looked like fumes were about to pour out from his nose. "Why are you showing us this? Is this the person you chose to have PT with?"

I regret asking that. Anthony's response was an hour long story about this Jonathan dude putting him in his place. While this fuming man ranted, I sneakily took the card and put it in my pocket. Just the way Anthony described him, I knew this Jonathan would be the perfect PT for my overly stubborn best friend.

Finally getting this man out of our apartment once we promised to make him dinner for tomorrow, I finally was able to have alone time with the one person I couldn't live without. Turning away from the door, Lilly stood behind me, jumping up and down in excitement. "Did you grab the card?" she smiled wide. I whipped out the small paper from my pocket, causing my girlfriend to scream in joy. "Oh this will be so good for Anthony! Go ahead and call him now to schedule Anthony an appointment. I'll go make us lunch."

Chuckling under my breath due to her excitement and finally seeing more of her happiness, I started to dial the number. "Hello?" a deep voice on the receiving end spoke. "Hey. Did you happen to meet a man in the park today that had a messed up leg?" Jonathan started to chuckle. "Oh yeah. The man is a dumbass. Why do you ask?" After talking for a bit, I was able to schedule my best friend his worst nightmare in two weeks time.