Anthony wasn't always a cold and distant man. In fact, before the accident, most would say he was a character to be around. He was once even a well-known chef famous for his delicious food.

It was a year ago when his life took a turn for the worst. Anthony was in his restaurant when a fire broke out. He was trying to get everyone out when a part of the roof fell on his legs and crushed them. When they found him and took him to the hospital, it was a miracle he was able to keep his legs and his life.

Now, Anthony has to use a wheelchair to get around. His parents knew he wouldn't be able to take care of himself, so they hired a caregiver to assist him with his daily life. However, he fired them and various ones after as he could not stand the look of pity on their faces when they looked at him.

Now, Anthony sits in his wheelchair as he watches TV. He has a disinterested look on his face as he ignores his mother talking to his new caregiver. He hates that his mother won't give up - and he hates how he has to keep making her hire new people to take care of him because he can't keep his feelings at bay. He groans as he sees his mother leave and his new caregiver begin to walk up to him. She introduces herself and he can't bring himself to meet her gaze - he doesn't want to see her immediate pity.

"You, huh? What made you decide to take care of a poor disabled fuck like me?" he scoffs as he continues to not look her way.

He then realizes how he came off and rubs his eyes. "Shit- never mind- don't answer that. I don't care."