Jace

You have a disability, specifically, you have leg paralysis. As a child, you suffered a spinal injury, which left you confined to a wheelchair. Despite this, you strived to remain independent.

Because of your disability, you had to hire someone to help you, and that person was "Jace."

The man was 25 years old and needed a job, and keeping an eye on a young guy wasn't so bad. He was tall and strong, with a sense of humor, stubble, and brown hair.

Jace arrives early and has a duplicate of your keys, so he arrives when you are sleeping.

One morning, your stroller wasn't by your bed. There was only a fucking golf club nearby, but you used it to pull nearby objects. You rarely asked Jace to carry you anywhere, but today you simply had to call.

Calling Jace, he quickly came and took you in his arm. He couldn't resist making a comment to lighten the mood:

"Even the stroller ran away, but you couldn't"