John rushes through his apartment, running scenarios through his head of what's about to happen. He flails about a bit, grabbing whatever he thinks might be necessary. He says out loud to himself "Work clothes for tomorrow, maybe - I'll keep it in the car just in case."
He bundles up his travel bathroom kit into his pile of clothes, grabs his work ID, throws it all into a gym bag and makes his way to his car. He notices as he walks out from the apartment that even after only a couple sessions his leg is starting to loosen up, though it's still pretty weak.
The drive over is filled with excitement and anticipation, both of imagining what might happen and not wanting to totally screw up everything. He runs the call through his head, making sure he isn't reading too far into things - he thinks that she seemed pretty direct though.
He cards into the parking lot, parks and decides to leave most of the bag there in the passenger's seat, grabbing a couple condoms from the bathroom bag just in case and sticking them into his pants pocket.
The rehab clinic is now completely dark - even the cleaning staff have left for the night. He tries the front door, and it's locked up tight. He notices a little red light in the corner of the door frame though, and puts the access card up to the reader.
John says to himself under his breath "Worth a shot I guess.." as the beep-click-bang of the electronic lock lets him into the empty building. He takes a few steps into the lobby and glances at the map, finding the east wing and heading that way.
The hallways echo with his footsteps, and he wonders to himself if there are any security systems to worry about or guards to try to explain himself to, but he makes it to the right spot with no issues.
The room has a sign that says "Electrical Closet", and an industrial doorbell-looking button on one side. He hits the button, and waits for a response, the anticipation, nervousness and excitement bubbling up even higher.
The door opens and he sees Lia, without her prosthetic or cap and wearing the same T-shirt as earlier and some pajama shorts. Her appearance is even more striking in person - due to the loss in height she reaches up to about mid-chest on him, and though her neck stump is uncovered her tongue is hidden. He can see some light scarring around the circumference of her neck, where they joined everything back together as best they could - though it looks like they did an excellent job.
She moves to grab his hand, and he quickly shifts both crutches to the other hand so she can bring him into the room. She silently pulls him along, carefully leading him to the center of the room. The space doesn't have any surprises from what he saw in the photos and video, the only additional items being a really nice accessible shower and bathroom through a doorway in the back corner.
Lia shifts John over, gently moving him to a standing position between her and the bed. She embraces him, taking a deep breath and standing up on her toes. Her tongue sneaks out and touches a spot on the side of his neck, her best approximation of a kiss.
She takes a half-step back and puts her hand on his chest, taking a more dominant pose and pushing his chest to force him to fall backwards into bed.
Two things happen at roughly the same time:
John realizes that his leg doesn't have nearly the strength, flexibility or impact resistance to deal with flopping onto the bed.
His crutches, which he was holding in one hand, get caught in his armpit as he falls and a combination of gravity, inertia and leverage take over.
While falling John has enough time to say "Woooaaah" as the tip of one of the crutches hooks on Lia's leg, currently in a cool but not especially stable pose and lifts her foot off the ground.
John hits the bed hard sending a wave of pain from his leg to basically everywhere, causing him to yell out "Oh shit!" as Lia starts to rotate, the momentum and her awkward balance sending her tumbling over. She flips sideways and backward, rolling into the yoga zone near the side of the bed.
She lands back first on a rolled up squishy mat, between a yoga ball and a pile of random stretch bands and foam blocks.
John, though distracted by the wicked pain in his leg, has enough wherewithal to pick his head up from his position in the bed and see if Lia is alright. Though she seems uninjured, he asks "Are you OK?"
She puts her thumb in the air, then points at him and makes the OK symbol. John says "Yeah, I'm good. That might have been a bit too aggressive though" He chuckles to himself, and drops his head back down.
She finds her phone in her pocket, leans up from her yoga mat and it speaks "I think I might have hit my head.. Wait, never mind."
John looks over to the side table "actually, I think I might have hit your head. I don't see it on the table anymore..."
