Mikey let the door of his apartment building slam as he walked inside, slipping the keys into his pocket and walking up the steps with a slight limp. He had his power back, which meant less walking that fucked his leg up, which meant his limp wasn’t as bad every night when he got off work. He was able to walk without the cane, in any case.
Starting up the steps, he stopped with a slight groan at the first on his left, and continued. Leaning heavily on the hand rail, he finally made it to the top and stopped for a moment. He needed to get a new shift. Or maybe quit the job entirely. He didn’t need the money, that was for sure. But he didn’t like the idea of sitting around the house and doing nothing…
He sighed and entered his speed, strolling to his door and opening it without any trouble. He stepped inside and closed it roughly, locking the bolt and walking to his couch to get his boots off. Immediately, he pulled a bottle of pills out of the side table drawer and twisted the cap off. Generic Aleve, helped with the swelling. He sat back and sighed as he tried to keep his mind off the throbbing, trying to think of anything when he heard a knock on the door.