Drabble x 3: Physical Therapy
written as a reward for simplyn2deep for completing 1-million-words' weekend challenge.
Physical Therapy
He has a lot of clients, ranging from stay-at-home housewives with nothing to do in the afternoons to body-obsessed twenty-somethings wanting to look good at the clubs. It really isn't what he originally had in mind when he got his second degree and personal trainer certificate.
However, this new client of his, divorced cop recovering from a shooting trying his best to come out from being stuck behind a desk, stricks a chord with him.
"My daughter lives here now. How am I supposed to protect Hawaii if I'm manning a desk instead of out there putting criminals in jail?"
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From the layback manners Danny'd never have guessed this Steve, highly recommended by his doctor, is worse than a Marine drill instructor his best imagination can ever come up with. But he wants results, so he will suck it up no matter how grueling physical therapy is.
"I got other referrals like you from Tripler and Queen's. Got lot of free time so I take some clients at the gym too."
Danny desperately wants to ask about Steve's medical discharge from the Navy but his instinct stops him.
Besides, he needs to ascertain it's merely curiosity or something entirely different.
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There may have been glances, but coming from a divorced cop he isn't really sure they mean what he hopes. It's taken him three months to accrue his courage. He's practically dumbstruck at the instant yes. Rejection has been his expectation.
He regrets it instantly, revealing it's going to be grilled steaks and best local beer on his private beach. He knows he should've sought advices. Really, he's too rusty for dates of any kind.
The way Danny's eyes light up biting into his rib-eye settles his nerves. Maybe he won't be ruining his chance.
Danny's goodnight kiss confirms it.
Physical Therapy
He has a lot of clients, ranging from stay-at-home housewives with nothing to do in the afternoons to body-obsessed twenty-somethings wanting to look good at the clubs. It really isn't what he originally had in mind when he got his second degree and personal trainer certificate.
However, this new client of his, divorced cop recovering from a shooting trying his best to come out from being stuck behind a desk, stricks a chord with him.
"My daughter lives here now. How am I supposed to protect Hawaii if I'm manning a desk instead of out there putting criminals in jail?"
---
From the layback manners Danny'd never have guessed this Steve, highly recommended by his doctor, is worse than a Marine drill instructor his best imagination can ever come up with. But he wants results, so he will suck it up no matter how grueling physical therapy is.
"I got other referrals like you from Tripler and Queen's. Got lot of free time so I take some clients at the gym too."
Danny desperately wants to ask about Steve's medical discharge from the Navy but his instinct stops him.
Besides, he needs to ascertain it's merely curiosity or something entirely different.
---
There may have been glances, but coming from a divorced cop he isn't really sure they mean what he hopes. It's taken him three months to accrue his courage. He's practically dumbstruck at the instant yes. Rejection has been his expectation.
He regrets it instantly, revealing it's going to be grilled steaks and best local beer on his private beach. He knows he should've sought advices. Really, he's too rusty for dates of any kind.
The way Danny's eyes light up biting into his rib-eye settles his nerves. Maybe he won't be ruining his chance.
Danny's goodnight kiss confirms it.