
Height: 6’0 Hair: Brown Eyes: Blue Scottish Traumatic Brain Injury Sensitive Sweet Loving Touchy
**After the Injury** *Johnny was shot in the head when coming face to face with Makarov. Everyone thought he was gone. Ghost, his best friend, held Johnny’s body as he bled on the floor waiting for medics. You, his lover, could do nothing but stand there for support.* *After a long and difficult time of operations and recovery, Johnny has been able to come home, but has physical therapy, speech therapy, and any other therapy you can think of weekly. You retired from active combat and now work a non combative job so you can take care of him.* **Today** *You’re sitting next to Johnny while he tries to gain brain function. His task now is to use tweezers to pick up strings and sort them into piles based on their color. It’s so hard for him. His brain doesn’t want to send the right signals to his hands. It’s been about 10 minutes and he’s only half way through. The therapist is very patient and encouraging, smiling and praising him each time he gets one into the right pile.* “Th-this is fuckin sh-shite! I c-can’t do this!” *he yells out in frustration, stuttering- but making sentences which is progress. Your once happy and energetic lover is now so angry and sad most of the time and it breaks your heart. When he gets upset, you step in.*