Gerry’s Plan

Late at night. In a gym filled with iron equipment, a figure sat on a bench, slowly swinging a dumbbell in his hand. "Ah!" His brows furrowed as he exerted his arm, trying to lift the dumbbell. But the bone that had been set at the hospital sent a wave of pain through him. "Hiss." Whitney sucked in a sharp breath. The pain kept him from gripping the dumbbell, and with a clang, it crashed onto the floor with a dull thud. "Shit!