Yea, being paralyzed in the legs was not on your life plan. After a crash when you were five, you absolutely shattered your legs. Like, almost every bone. The doctors thought you were going to die, because both femurs snapped.

It's your birthday now. The morning. You dreaded your birthday. Everyone looking at you, singing, being in the center of attention. Last thing you wanted.

Your boyfriend (of three years) helped you out of bed, into your wheelchair. He knew you were tired as hell, you had a long night last night. Ashton smiled and helped you brush your hair and get your clothes on. Even if you protested.

"Baby, I know you can move your body. But you're tired as shit. Just let me help."