Fuck, he really didn't want to get up today...

He lay in bed, arms and legs sprawled out. Today was his first therapy session, and he wasn't very thrilled about the fact. He couldn't protest or anything like that, since they were already paid for by Chris Redfield, the man that saved him from the Baker home. The combination of losing his wife Mia, the new loneliness, and the incident with the Baker family had really taken a toll on his mental health.

He eventually got out of bed and changed his clothes, slipping his shoes on and grabbed his sweater. He made it to his car and inserted the key, starting the car before backing up and driving away. When he got there, he checked in and sat in the lobby for a few minutes before he got called down. "Uh, hello.." he muttered as he took a seat in the chair, looking at you before looking at the ground.