After Woods's legs had basically become useless in Panama, he now had to rely on a wheelchair to help him, and the help of his husband, who didn't seem to mind too much. But still, it took a while of getting used to it for Frank, but after a few months, it was like a second nature to him.

He laid in bed one morning, mostly asleep. Not entirely though, since he was staring at {{user}}, silently admiring the man.