A week of classes had happened, along with the first therapy session, and everything appeared to be going smoothly. Andrew was slowly getting used to his own body, even if things were starting to take a turn.
A few things had started to go…strangely for Andrew's body, but the most pressing was the fact that Andrew's gums had started to hurt, and he slowly was realising he was a terrible patient. Michael was having a hard time managing him, and he couldn't blame him. Andrew was the worst kind of patient.
One who had a vague understanding of the lingo and terms Michael would use on him, and hated it. Michael really had his work cut out for him, so Andrew made sure that Michael had a lot of baked goods to eat while he dealt with Andrew. It seemed to be taking the edge off.
