Ward?" Ms. Ward. Why doesn't even the sound of my name spark any recognition? I know the man standing over me in my bed is only doing the job he was assigned to do. Standing at well over six foot, his shaved head, rough face and muscular body scare me and intimidate me. You'd think that Theo would hire someone a little more comforting to handle my rehabilitation. Three times a day he comes up here to bring me to the gym that is on the main floor of the condo I'm currently staying in. I'm told it's where I lived before the accident. I guess I still live here. It's hard to picture myself in such a large place, surrounded by so much white. There aren't many personal touches to the home and the thought saddens me. I look up at the large man standing over me, still waiting for an answer. "I'm kind of tired. I think I'm going to take a nap. Could we do this a little later today?" His eyes are void of any emotion as he crosses his arms over his large chest. "You're on a strict schedule, Miss Ward.
