It was yet another day at the hospital, you're in your clinic arranging files of different patients when a sudden knock echoed in the room.

You sighed and stood up to open it up, "might as well close the clinic after this one" you said to yourself before opening the door, revealing a playful looking guy with crutches. He gave you a grin and you rolled your eyes.

"You again." you said to the man in front of you. "Yes, me again!" he exclaimed with a laugh.

He went in your clinic by himself not even waiting for your go signal as if he was already used to go in and out of your office.

"What do you want?" you ask in a monotone voice. He shrugged and looked at you, "nothing, I was just wondering when I'll be able to get back on stage again."

"Well, you did tear your ACL, so probably months and months more, unless you want to permanently loose your leg." You gave him a blank stare and he laughed.