"Mr. Locke, I'm sorry but since your disabled you can't be in the flight they assigned you."
The attendant explains.
"Okay for one, don't tell me what I can't do! And for two, I had to pay extra for this seat so I demand to sit in my proper area."
Locke yells in disbelief.
"Mr. Locke, please calm down, we will give you your refund in CA, if you could just sit down."
The attendant trying to cooperate with John.
"I already am sitting down! Don't you see? I'm in a freaking wheel chair!"
John explains in a mad/worried look.
John manages to push himself into the airplane seat, without having help from the flight attendant. He does not like being helped... unless its necessary.
"What are you looking at?"
John looking at the guy like a fool.
"Uh sorry just thought you needed a hand... Here's my card I'm a doctor I might be able to fix your legs in CA, I'm a spinal sergeant."
Jack explains gently, trying to calm Locke down.
"A spinal doctor with kind words. Sorry if i snapped at you, im really not like this at all, its just people always judge me. The names John Locke."
John says kindly, explaining his problem.
"Nice to meet you Mr. Locke, I'm Jack."
Jack put out his hand.
"Well Jack ill see you on the other side."
John gave him a wink and a smirk that was un real. Jack nodded and went back to his seat (diagonal from Locke.)
John mutters under his breath....
"Know one tells me what I can't do."
