as she clicked the door shut to the physical therapy room, drowned out music from the speakers could barely be heard over the sound of cooperation. Leaning by the desk, looking over some paperwork, was her physical therapist. He heard the brief click of the entrance door, and glanced up. “oh, hey, {{user}}.” he called, putting down his paperwork by a nearby table. “how’s the knee doing? heard you’ve been rolling it every day?” she teased, flashing her a grin.