[center] [color=DodgerBlue][h3][b][i][u]Boone Leroy King Wednesday Morning Achilles Heel Recovery Center[/u][/i][/b][/h3][/color] [/center] [hr] [color=DodgerBlue][b]"Come on, only a little bit further. You got this!"[/b][/color] Bo's warm and encouraging tone erupted from the mountain sized man's chest and practically caused the ground itself to rumble. Despite maybe being a tad bit too much of a reaction Bo's excitement did manage spur a slight chuckle out of the young man that it was directed towards. Randy, the teen who was the current target of Bo's unrelenting positivity, was nearing the end of a pair of parallel bars that he was using to support himself as he walked. The boy's steps were shaky and unsteady, but with each one he took Bo offered yet another round of praise and encouragement that pushed Randy forward until he finally reached the end and was able to be sat down into the wheelchair that was waiting for him at the end of the bars. [color=DodgerBlue][b]"That was great bud! Your fastest time yet!"[/b][/color] Bo said as he helped adjust Randy in his wheelchair, giving the lad a pat on the shoulder once he was done. Randy had been coming to visit Bo for about six months now ever since the teen's car accident, some idiot was drinking and driving and plowed into Randy's car. The boy was in pretty bad shape when he first came to the clinic, poor kid didn't ever think he would be out of the chair again, but with a whole lot of hard work and enough encouragement from Bo to drive any sane person to madness Randy was building his confidence back up bit by bit. Bo actually had hopes that by the end of the year that he'll have Randy out of the chair altogether and getting around with a set of crutches. [color=f7941d][b]"I'm a regular flash."[/b][/color] The young man said with the same level of sarcasm that one would expect from any teenager. Bo couldn't help but laugh and pat Randy's shoulder again. [color=DodgerBlue][b]"Hey don't sell yourself so short kid. I've seen people on the streets move slower than you do and they didn't get hit by a truck."[/b][/color] The young man let out another chuckle in response to Bo's little joke, The giant couldn't help but want to cheer the kid up. It was in the middle of the laughter that Randy's mother entered the room, quickly grabbing the duo's attention. [color=DodgerBlue][b]"Looks like our time is up bud."[/b][/color] Bo said before turning his full attention to the awaiting mother, offering her one of his warm smiles. [color=DodgerBlue][b]"A pleasure as always Mrs. Dawson. Hope your day is going well."[/b][/color] [color=ec008c][b]"Morning Mr. King. How did Randy do?"[/b][/color] Mrs. Dawson was always rather curt and straight to the point, Bo could appreciate that though he would of preferred it if she tried to seem a bit softer given the current situation, but for the most part he simply tried to out do her crassness with his own warm nature. [color=DodgerBlue][b]"Randy did fantastic this morning. Got through all of his stretches and leg exercises no problem, not to mention he got himself completely across the bars by himself. You got a real fighter here Mrs. Dawson."[/b][/color] As he explained the duo's morning Bo placed his hand proudly onto Randy's shoulder, the lad dawning a slight smile in response. Mrs. Dawson herself though simply offered a quick nod of understanding before moving across the room, gathering her son's bag, and then getting behind his wheelchair. [color=ec008c][b]"Thank you Mr. King."[/b][/color] She said, her voice keeping its same no nonsense tone as she began to escort Randy out of the room. [color=DodgerBlue][b]"Anytime ma'am."[/b][/color] Bo said as he strategically placed himself aside the pair in order to allow himself to follow them out. He had long learned that the second Mrs. Dawson arrived to pick up her son she would try and exit the building with him as fast as humanly possible so Bo adapted to following the pair in order to wrap up his dialogs with Randy. [color=DodgerBlue][b]"Okay bud next week we are going to kick it up a bit, so make sure you rest up alright."[/b][/color] Bo said as he strode along the pair in an attempt to keep up with Mrs. Dawson's hurried pace. Randy merely offered the universal [i]'yeah yeah yeah'[/i] that any kid his age would give in response to instructions. Bo offered the boy a chuckle as he held the clinic door open for the two to exit. [color=DodgerBlue][b]"See you two next week!"[/b][/color] Bo's smiled remained on his face as he closed the door and reentered his clinic. He looked over his little business and took a moment to breath it all in, a small bit of pride swelling in his chest. That moment was short lived as the realization that Randy was his last patient for the day dawned on him. It was rare that Bo found himself with moments like this, that he didn't have nothing to do or anything planned. A slight feeling of uneasiness weaseled itself into the towering man's heart, he never liked stillness like this. Luckily he was able to change that rather quickly, clapping his meaty hands together once Bo settled onto the plan that popped in his head. If his years in the Army taught him anything, when in doubt work out! [hr] [center] [color=DodgerBlue][h3][b][i][u]Boone Leroy King Wednesday Afternoon Footsteps Sports Bar[/u][/i][/b][/h3][/color] [/center] [hr] The amount of energy that filled Bo's body after a work out was slightly surprising, despite his muscles aching and his clothes being soaked with sweat the goliath's spirts always doubled by the end of his session and today was a hell of a work out. After he closed up the clinic that morning Bo headed down to the Luna gym. His initial plan was to try and keep it a simple light cardio day, a little bit of treadmill and maybe a small bit of weights, but he ended running into a few of his boxing buddies and they roped him into doing a few rounds. A few rounds eventually turned into a small competition in the group which in turn evolved into a few passersby wanting to join in, by the end of it Bo found himself taking part in a little tournament of sorts. Though it wasn't his intention Bo not only ended up in the spur of the moment game but even winning it by the end of things, though he had more than a few close calls through out it. A number of the so called competitors didn't want the fun to end and wanted to head out to a local sports bar that they knew about, they even managed to talk Bo into tagging along with them with the guise of wanting to congratulate him on his victory. It was a rather rowdy scene as the group arrived if Bo was going to be honest though that should of been expected of a pack of boxers who were just coming off of a match. They managed to get themselves a table and by some miracle found a server brave enough to try and take the lively group's orders. Bo himself wanted to hold back and ordered himself a simply lemonade while the rest of the group went on to order themselves a whole array of alcohol. Bo couldn't help but laugh as he watched his little assortment of newly gained comrades joke and reminisce about past fights they were in, even going as far as to show off old scars and bent fingers and crooked noses. He always felt at home with people that could appreciate their old battle scars, Bo found it cathartic to tell the stories about how he got a scar, it was like getting something off his chest. Overall Bo was enjoying how the day turned out, even if it was a spur of the moment decision that got him here he wouldn't of wanted to change a thing about it.