[308] Rehab III

[TFP]

It's morning. The red sun is in the sky, the shining sea is looking fresh and pure. His door is given a few friendly punches of alert and he rises up, rubbin the sleep from his eyes. Yawning, he awakens himself and climbs out of bed, slipping into pyjama pants and a plain white t-shirt. Opening the door, he is greeted by somebody who works at the rehabilitation centre. She smiles, nodding her head and making sure he is still sane and wanting to go through with this program that hurts so much but is helping him, too.

"Good morning, how are you today?"

"I'm doing good. Yourself?"

"I'm doing fine, as well. What would you like for breakfast this morning?"

"Ummm... pancakes, I suppose."

"I'll be sure to have that ready for you in half an hour, Davidson, sir."

"Great! I'll probably get out of the shower then, anyways. So the wait won't bother me."

"That would be terrific. We're going to be having the whole center attend a presentation later on this evening."

"Oh?"

"That is if you want to attend."

"Oh, I might as well. Do you know what it is?"

"I'm not too sure, but I'll tell you as soon as I find out."

"Thank you, much appreciated."

"You're welcome. Anyways, you might as well get showered and ready. I'm about to go and cook your breakfast."

"Alright."