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Wesley POV

My alarm blares beside me pulling me from the peaceful confines of my sleep. I groan rolling over and turn it off, I hate getting up but I like getting up early....it's complicated. I sit up and pull my wheelchair over locking my wheels so it doesn't roll away, I throw my blanket off and scoot to the edge of my bed lifting my legs over the side and clambering into my chair. Once I'm situated I unlock my wheels and roll into my bathroom starting my morning routine of using my support rails to stand and relieve myself and brush my teeth, once I do that I drag my barely useful legs to the shower and start cleaning myself. I dry off and climb back into my chair and rolling into my closet I pull on a compression fit and throw a t-shirt and shorts over it.

I make me a quick breakfast of eggs and sausage and head out grabbing my keys and my wallet. I roll down my walk way to my truck and climb in folding my chair up and pulling it up into the truck and putting it in the passenger side. I drive across town to my gym, today I'm doing a lesson on core strength for wheelchair bound vets and my next lesson is on the Southside my other gym to play basketball with the wheelchair team, we're pretty good.

I pull into the gym parking lot and take my chair out climbing into it and locking my car. I open the door and Kesha smiles at me from the front desk.

"Ohhh boss looking like a snack today" I chuckle rolling up to the desk and giving her a hug.

"I look like this everyday"

She smiles "well I mean you do but today you seem a little happier, wassup. Finally go on a date with my friend mo'nae." She raises a brow.

I shake my head" I keep telling you I'm not looking for a relationship, not right now especially" she nods softly. I wave her off and roll over to my class for the day.

"Alright, good morning guys. Today we're gonna start with the rope climb and is gonna be a competition" I smile and they nod.

"How about you go first, I'm guessing all that muscle isn't for show" I look at the guy and he snickers. Alright, time to burst his fucking bubble I square my shoulders and grab the rope it's about twenty feet long. I hoist myself up with one arm and keep going, climbing up the rope carrying myself and my chair that's buckled around my waist, once I reach the top I climb back down. And turn to him his eyes wide I smile warmly "see isn't that hard, alright first two up" I instruct.

I watch them go up and down the rope I made everyone do three sets of rope climbs and move to chin ups I go first doing twenty-five chin ups. And helping everyone else do theirs in sets of five, after two long hours of light warm up routines I'm sweating. I dismiss my class and make my way to my personal shower room and clean some of the sweat off and change my clothes into another compression fit and t-shirt with shorts to go over it.

I wave at Kesha letting her know I'm on my way out, I've got about an hour before I need to be at my other gym and it's only a thirty minute drive. I climb in my truck putting my chair in the passenger seat, my phone chimes letting me know I have a message I pull out my phone

"Wesley, you prescription refill is ready don't forget to pick it up," It's a text from doctor Leisa. Her office is on my way to the gym good I can grab them on the way, I start my car and float all the way there, I know speeding is a crime and I'm black do me and the police aren't on good terms. But I mean they don't stop me they just watch me float past them, I've been caught speeding past several shadow car with my dumb ass. I don't even see them till it's too late and I start slowing down in case they pull me over but they never do like I have some type of guardian angel. I pull into the parking lot and text doctor Leisa that I'm outside she texted back that she was coming out before I could say I was coming in. Dr. Leisa walks up to my window her usually small smile on her face "how have you been Wesley?"

"Good doc" I smile.

"Good, here I've upped your dose for better longer pain relief okay" I nod as she hands me the package and turning to leave. I sigh I hate these damn pills I don't want to take them but then again I don't want to be in excruciating pain again. I clear my head and head to the gym to coach my basketball team, I'm only the trainer so I help them get used to playing in their wheelchairs. Just because we're in wheelchairs doesn't mean we're disabled, we're just less abled. We can still do everything everyone with the use of their legs can do.

For some reason my class feels like it's dragging on forever, five o'clock finally hits and I roll up out of there. I lean back in my set sighing I don't wanna go home....I hate being alone I start the car and drive home, I don't have any friends around besides Kesha and she's still working not to mention she still has a kid at home. I pull into my driveway looking at my home my three story mansion that I live in alone, I haven't had a girlfriend or a sexual relationship since I was shot 7 years ago.

I've craved it but I'm too insecure about how people view me now, since I can't use my legs. I've certainly lost my sex appeal in that area so I just don't try, right now my left hand is my best and only relief, sad as that is.

I climb out of my car and roll into my house locking my door behind me I close all of the curtain in my house and go to bed, I sigh burying my face in the sweet softness of my pillow drifting off into a dreamless sleep.