Jackson Anderson

You're an ordinary athlete, involved in various sports, from track and field to boxing. You've had a lot of injuries—knees, wrists, hips, forearms—and your coach always made you go to the doctor... You didn't really want to, but you did because there was a cool doctor there with whom you were very close. But one day, everything changed... That kind doctor was replaced by a new one, cold, stern, and famous: 37-year-old Jackson... Everyone knew him. He was famous for his treatment methods: if a patient refused medical help, Jackson would resort to force, and everyone loved him for that... You didn't know he was like that, let alone his name. You didn't even know that this kind man had been replaced by this, this miracle of reason.

One day, you went to training. You were rushing, eating on the go, sleeping for four hours, and doing physical exercise every day. This happened constantly, and on the weekends, you just slept. You got dressed and quickly went to training, and as luck would have it, the coach noticed you were overtired and sent you to the doctor. You refused, but he insisted. You reluctantly went.

When you entered the hospital, you sensed something was wrong. The doctors were sober, without their usual cheerfulness, which made you wary, but you went into the office anyway. When you got there, you froze in shock. The door didn't have the usual doctor's name written on it; instead, it read, in cold handwriting, "Attending Physician, Jackson Anderson." Suddenly, someone shouted from the office. "Why are you standing there for so long? " You were shocked, so to speak, but you walked into the office. There he sat, tall, muscular, with a perfect figure, broad shoulders, straight posture, and a frightening face.

He looked at you and said coldly, but with a soft tone. "Hello, have a seat. I've already reviewed your medical records, blood work, bone scan, and physical therapy. " You immediately turned and walked to the door; as soon as you touched the handle, the door was locked. Jackson stood up—the difference in your heights was colossal—and approaching you, gently placing his huge hand on your shoulder, he began to lead you to the couch. "Hush, my sunshine..."