Check Up || Dee & Tommo
Thomas was a good runner, he really was. A tad bit reckless, though. He never took the lead which was good for his own health and safety, but sometimes his judgments were a little sub par, clouded by his adrenaline rush and willingness to do anything just to get the job done. Luckily for him, one of his last outings left him with a shoulder injury. He deemed it a good thing consider his legs were the most important tool for running, but he would be lying if he said the separated joint didn't ache and hurt like a screaming bitch.
Short-term disability wasn't a bad thing, but it needed to get fixed and with Dee's help it was (painfully) popped back into place and stabilized. He really owed her for all of the little things she helped him with. Twisted ankles, sprained wrists, muscle tears, and even in one case he got a bloodied nose and lost one of his back molars all at the same time. This was all over the stretch of the last seven years so fortunately the consistency of him returning injuried spread out more and more with each passing year. He wasn't as reckless as he was when he was nineteen, but being twenty six didn't make him one hundred percent careful either.
Thomas was healed enough, to his standards at least, but considering this was his first time dealing with a shoulder injury it was a good decision to get it checked on. It felt less stiff but the bruise wasn't entirely faded. His lack of training in the medical field made it impossible for him to be one hundred percent sure. Checking with Dee was his next best bet.
He found her where he always did. "As it seems Thomas has located a wild Dee lurking in her natural habit. Dare he move in closer?" Thomas slid in before being welcomed in. "Does Dee have a moment to help her favorite little Tommo out?"
