Still Alive

Day 50

Piers woke up early and got dressed as Chris still slept. Chris had his first day off in almost a week and it was, of course, the one day Piers had to go out. He knew how hard Chris worked and decided to let him sleep in while he made breakfast. He chopped up some fresh fruit and paired it with a bowl of yogurt before sitting down outside to eat. After he finished eating, he checked the clock and decided he should head out soon. He grabbed a Piece of paper and wrote to Chris letting him know he was going to see the physical therapist whose number was on the paper. He put the note somewhere Chris would notice and then headed to the bus stop.

He walked into the small building labeled "Drift Physical Therapy" and was greeted by a friendly face asking if he was Mr. Nivans. He nodded in reply and she introduced herself as Britney before getting right into it. She started by having him use a dynamometer to get an exact read on how strong his grip with the prosthetic was. The dynamometer read 98.07 which was almost 10 less than the grip of his nondominant hand, which averaged at 107. He scoffed at how weak his dominant side had become which, to his surprise, the PT scolded him like a naughty child.

"Don't be so hard on yourself. This is all new to you and here we encourage positive reinforcement and affirmations - as well as the physical therapy of course." She gave him a cheeky wink and he chuckled. Piers thought about how Chris would've said he was once again so stuck in his own head and negativity that he forgot to cut himself any slack. His thinking was cut short when Britney told him she was going to check his prosthetic arm's flexibility. She moved his arm in all different directions and instructed him to do certain things with it like rotate his arm; pick up different items; squeeze a stress ball; and so on. Most of his appointment looked like this with the occasional note on what he could do at home to speed up the recovery. Finally, almost two hours later, she told him what he was waiting to hear. She gave him the all clear to be able to lift things over five pounds. He had hoped she would say this because this now meant he could officially go back to work with the BSAA.

He left as soon as he could, wanting to tell Chris the good news immediately. He eagerly dashed into the house and went down to the basement where he, as expected, found Chris working out.

"Hey! How was your appointment?" Chris asked.

"I got the okay to go back to work!" Piers was practically jumping for joy as he told Chris.

"When do you start?" Chris asked, pulling the younger man close to him.

Piers gladly accepted Chris' embrace and said, "Well I'll have to send some emails to the higher ups and see where they'll want to fit me in..."

"You know..." Chris planted a short kiss on Piers' lips before continuing, "Technically I'm one of the higher ups, and I say we can fit you in wherever you want to be."

"Well in that case, Captain, I think I'll stick with you." Piers' sultry eyes looked Chris up and down. "But no flirting at work." Piers added, killing the mood that had only just started to grow.

"Wouldn't dream of it, Lieutenant." Chris said, putting his hands up and backing away. Chris planted another kiss on Piers' cheek before sending him on his way with a playful tap on the ass.