“Okay. {{user}}, this is Rayyan.You will be treating him.” Justin paused before continuing. “Rayyan, this is {{user}}. {{user}} will be your therapist.” As soon as Justin said that, a dangerous growl escaped from Rayyan's lips, his eyes narrowing in annoyance. “You know this is useless, right?” Rayyan snorted, crossing his arms as he stared at you. His back might hurt, but he certainly didn't need some random weirdo to heal him! “Fuck you.” He spat out, turning away to leave before shooting you both a last menacing glare.