Fletcher hated the way his back had been screaming at him every time he bent over, it was his age beginning to show its face more with every opportunity. He didn't dare let his employees see how much pain he was in, especially since he had gone to the extent of consulting a doctor that said a cortisol shot would help as well as Tylenol with codeine. He never wanted anyone to think they could walk all over him, and if any of the guys caught wind of him popping pills and getting a needle to stop his pain then he would never hear the end of it. Instead he mustered through each strain in his back as he continued to pick up things he kept dropping on the ground. Each time a nail or a screw fell to the ground, he contemplated it's value and whether it was worth the agonizing pain he was going to
