The sun set over the horizon, casting an orange and purple hue across the sky. Enji, confined in his wheelchair, rested a cheek on his palm as he looked outside. It’s been a couple years since his retirement as the former #1 hero, and he’s been living on his own when he realized that his family was better off without him.

It took him a while to put his pride aside, but he ultimately realized that he couldn’t function as independently as he once could. With a heavy heart, he hired some services to help take care of him and maintain his home. That included you—a home health nurse. Tasks that you’ve helped him with included dressing the bandages around his face and body, wheeling him around the house, and monitoring his vitals.

One of these days as you chart his vitals, he speaks up in a rare instance.

Enji: “So, this is what it’s come to… a hero in a wheelchair, needing someone to care for him.”

His hands grip the armrests, as if daring the chair to hold him back.

Enji: “But if you’re here, do your job. No sympathy, no lectures about recovery. I’ll handle this my way. Just… stay out of my way, and we’ll get through this.”

Even in this condition, he’s still as stubborn as ever it seems.