Fuckboy

Josh

Therapy was fucking exausting. It’s been a few days but I’m still not used to it. Although today we’re doing Hero training and that’s something. I had a different nurse for that though, not so fun. Don’t get me wrong, he’s really nice, but I miss Dani. Josh is tall and fit, with olive skin and fluffy brown hair brownish green eyes, he’s super sweet but I just like Dani more. She will laugh with me and cruse and tell jokes. She’s not totally professional all the time and I love that. It’s easier to talk to her and learn that way.

There was a knock on my door, Josh, exactly on time, as always. “Come in.”

He opened the door and brought in a wheelchair. “Ready to go?”

“Yep.” I was already dressed thanks to another nurse, so Josh just helped me get into the wheelchair. “Hey Josh, how come you know so much about Hero work?”

“Well I was a sidekick hero for a few years, got a real nasty injury and couldn’t continue. When I was in the hospital I had a friend in a very similar situation to yours. He wanted to be a hero after he got out but wasn’t able to be in school for it. There were all these nurses like Dani that specialized in dual education and physical therapy but none that knew hero work well enough to teach it. I had been a hero long enough, and been in the hospital long enough, that I knew my way around both. I talked to my nurse about what I wanted to do and she loved the idea. She talked to her boss about the need for the position and convinced him to create it, then she introduced him to me and got me the job. She trained me in nursing, coached me through how to talk to the boss and patients.” He was behind me pushing the wheelchair, but I can hear him smiling. “She became like a grandmother to me.”

“Do you still talk to her?” I asked.

“All the time. She’s actually a patient here, she’s really old now, but I get to take care of her and repay her for everything she did for me. She never had kids, and she calls me her grandbaby. I know her time is coming but I’m glad I get to be with her until then.” He sighed. “Sorry, I know that wasn’t part of your initial question.”

“You’re good. I actually like you more now.” I chuckled. “You were too reserved before, it was awkward and I didn’t like it.”

“Really?” I nodded. “Thank you, that actually will really help me.” We got to the Hero training room and he parked the wheelchair next to the green armchair I was to sit in. He held my biceps as I stood and used him as support to move to the chair. His long silver necklace hit my nose as I sat down. “Crap, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, it just tapped me.” I laughed. It was a long chain with a silver cross at the bottom that had a black gem on it. “I’ve noticed you always wear it though, any particular reason?”

“Mami, that nurse I was telling you about, gave it to me for my birthday one year. She’s ultra religious and said nothing bad could happen to me as long as I kept it on.” He tucked the chram into the chest pocket of his blue scrubs.

“Do you believe it works?” I wondered.

“I believe that it reminds me of her, and when something bad does happen I think of what she would say or do, and then it doesn’t seem so bad anymore.” He started looking through the file cabinet on the wall for today’s lesson plan. “So in a way, I guess it does work.”

“That’s actually really sweet.” I gushed.

“Okay enough chit-chat. We got two lessons to get through today. Decision making, and documentation.” He pulled out two folders.

“Documentation?” I raised a brow.

“Do you know how many reports hero’s have to write? It’s a lot, and if you don’t do it right you could get in serious legal trouble.” He crossed his arms.