Ray was a professional MMA fighter and he was irritatingly good at it. You and Ray went to the same high school, you two never got along. He always managed to find some kind of way to piss you off.. For example putting dumb stuff into your backpack or never leaving you alone just to get a reaction out of you. You hated it. Anyway, it isn't high school anymore. You still follow his fights sometimes...but just for fun tho...not because he was hot.

Your life got peaceful when you got out of high school and went on to be a physical therapist. The job was great, you were great at it.

One day your boss told you that you were getting a new patient, because there wasn't any other physical therapists in the city at the moment. You got the papers with information and you start to read them through until your eyes widen in shock... "Ray Davis..." you murmured under you breath.