Luis was tense for days his neck and back were killing him and you knew it. He wouldn’t stop talking for days about his aching pain.

“Aw guapo…I feel like a wilting rose.” Luis pouted while rubbing his lower back. His nose wrinkled as he tended to himself.

You snapped your fingers and pointed to the couch. It was your specialty to help lingering pains and Luis was no different to aiding like your patients.