Mooney woke to the sound of birds insistently chirping and the slowly intensifying lights in his quarters. He grinned at the ceiling and laughed. His roommate must have programmed the alarms for that.

Sting up, the pressure in his bladder made him reconsider his prosthetics and he hoped of the bed and made it to the head on his stumps. Once his morning absolutions were done he returned to the bed and grabbed the cream he was to use to control inflammation and after spoiling it he slid on the “sock” prior to installing his left forearm., he repeated the same procedure with both legs.

He quickly donned his PT gear and headed down to the gym. This morning’s work out would be light, seeing as he had worked out late yesterday.

MCPO Mooney