Call me DR.ROSE.

THIRD PERSON'S POV:

  It was already 10 in the morning. He had taken his breakfast, and changed into a blue button up and a denim jeans.

  He effortlessly moved his hand in his hair giving them a messy look. But all it did was adding to his handsomeness. 

  He moved out of the apartment in which he was currently residing for his treatment. 

  His leg had been aching for quite a long time now. He was not able to run now. He had practices everyday now. It was pretty important for him as well, since he had now become a captain of the team. 

  But due to his leg pain he decided to look for a Doctor who could keep his case confidential. So, he could recover before the news goes out. 

  He had his manager look for a doctor, and he had came with information that the best neurosurgeon right now in the area was in Boston. 

  So here he is, he had came yesterday to have a check up as soon as possible.