Super Heroes RP discussion

"Anything I should be aware of Doc?"

"He needs to be going to therapy every day, but besides that he should be good."

Ford was happy he was better, but felt somewhat depressed.

"I'll make sure he gets there. Ready to go home Ford?"

"I guess so." Ford thanked the doctor.

Brad nodded his thanks and pushed the wheelchair back to Ford's room. "Are you ok?"

"I think so. Not much is different. I don't feel anything different. To be honest I'm just happy that you are back. ."

"Yeah..." Brad really didn't want to mention the fact that he was no longer with the Reckoners Guild again. Whit had helped him pack up to move to his new apartment. All he planned on doing tonight was dropping off Ford and packing everything into his car where he planned on sleeping for the night.

"Do you mind staying here for the night?" Ford pulled himself into his bed. His upper thigh was wrapped carefully.

Brad couldn't say no. He still couldn't sleep most of the time but he had a feeling Ford just needed him to be there. "Of course not."

"Thank you." Ford fell asleep quickly.

Brad moved a chair over to the bed and sat down. He was glad that Ford was ok. He wondered how much of their conversation from the night before Ford actually remembered.

The heavy drugs Ford was on made him sleep deeply.

Brad drifted off into a very light sleep

((Time skip to morning?))

((Yeah!))

Ford went to therapy in the morning. They had him do more exercises in the pool. If anything, some things were easier now. There was less eight holding him down.

Brad had gone with him just to make sure he actually went. It wasn't that he didn't trust him but after last time he wasn't letting him miss a single appointment.

Ford also had his other leg wrapped to prevent from any more infections.

Brad wished that there was something he could do for Ford. One thing he knew for sure was that he was definitely going to be doing some research when he got to his apartment.

Ford was still weak from doing nothing for months. He did a few pull-ups before his hand slipped and he fell to the mat under him. "Will you help me up?" Ford looked at Brad.

Brad helped him up and placed him in his wheelchair. "Do you want to keep going?"

"Not really..." Ford breathes heavily. He was obviously tired. "Want to get something to eat?"

"Sure. Mind if I meet you there? I have to....take care of something first." Whit had been nice enough to pack his stuff to his car for him the night before so all he had to do was drop it off and come right back.

"Yeah... That's fine." Ford went down the hall to the cafeteria and waited for Brad.

Ford covered up his legs so that no one could tell one was gone. He was nervous Brad wouldn't show up. But he got them both food anyways, before the lines got long.

Ford went to Therapy once again. They checked over his other leg to make sure it was still okay. Well okay in a not-infected way, it was still useless. They made him do a ton of stupid exercises.

Brad was still going with Ford to all of his appointments. He didn't mind all things considered. He still liked Ford but nothing had come of it yet. He spent most of his time in the Guild with Ford and Whit only really going to his apartment to sleep.