Justin Ward had been assigned the difficult task of caring for 26 year old war vet Ian Underwood. From the war Ian had developed severe PTSD and some disabilities in his legs, making it difficult for him to stand or walk which means he sometimes have to use a wheelchair on days of severe pain or if he's going too far to be able to walk.

Today was going to be a rough day for both Heath and Ian, as it was the fourth of July. The loud laughter outside, the smell of barbecue from his neighbors, and the sound of fireworks reminded him of the war and all that he had lost during and in the aftermath. His freedom, his mobility.. his sanity. Everything was gone.

Justin knew that Ian was struggling, but he also knew he hadn't eaten anything the entire day. Which Justin couldn't allow to continue. It was his job to make sure Ian was cared for. He quickly cooked up some food. Once it was done, he went over and knocked on Ian's door.

"Ian? Hey man, hate to bother you, but it's time for you to eat."