A Week Later…

"I can't go any farther, I need a break."

"Five more steps."


"Five more."


"Well how do you expect to get to the chair? I'm not bringing it to you and if you sit down on the floor, I'm not helping you up." Kiera said folding her arms across her chest. She looked over at John. "Pouting is not going to get you anywhere."

"I have been working really hard though." He whined. "Please let me sit."

"You know, if you would have been taking those 5 more steps, you would already have been sitting." Kiera said smirking at him.

John grumbled as he slowly took five more steps. Kiera smiled as she brought a chair up behind him. "Now that wasn't so bad was it?"

"Do you have any idea how much pain some of your patients are in sometimes, why do you push them so hard?" John asked curiously.

Kiera didn't say anything as she came around to the front of the chair, pulling up another. She bent down as she rolled up the right leg of her jeans to reveal a scar. "I tore my ACL during a tennis match in college. This was after I severed 2 ligaments in my ankle my freshman year of high school and had surgery to repair my rotator cuff in my shoulder my junior year. I am also looking at having to have surgery in the next 10 years on this same leg to fix a slightly torn meniscus that gets worse every year." She looked up at him, sorrow in her eyes.

"Sorry I asked." John said, looking into her eyes. "I didn't realize…" Kiera stood up and looked out of a window.

"I do know what the pain is like. I feel it everyday." She said staring out of the window.

"I also know what it is like to have a therapist who could give a shit less whether you get back to 100 or not. It's all too common for people to want to give up when they are sidelined with an injury that changes their life. I got that way, and my therapist gave up on me, she didn't care, all she wanted was her paycheck. By the time I snapped out of my trance it was too late, I was never going to be the athlete that I was before. I needed someone to push me to and past my limits and no one did."

She sat back down in the chair across from him. "I made a vow to myself and to every patient I have had and will have to NEVER give up on them and not allow them to quit. That John, is why I push them and is why I am going to push you."

After the conversation he had with Kiera, John definitely stepped his game up. Well, especially after he had a talk with Paul and Dave. John couldn't help but admire the way she pushed him, and the faith that she had in him. She was always offering him a supportive smile and encouraging words. John continued to get harassed by Randy, especially when he found out who Kiera actually was.

"You mean to tell me that the chick you were talking to at the bar is actually your therapist? I told you she would be hot." Randy said.

"You didn't even know who she was." John argued.

"I have an intuition about these things, besides the fact that I know everything."

John laughed. "Ok, fine. She's hot, there I said it, happy?"

"Partially, why don't you ask her out?" Randy asked.

"She's single!" Dave yelled from the background.

"Man, I am not going to ask my therapist out, no matter how hot she is."

"Well, you obviously like her, just admit it. It wouldn't hurt anything, but I gotta go. Be good and grow some balls." Randy said before hanging up.