Jake opened his eyes in time to see Aaron grinning, and couldn't help but grin back. He took deep breaths as Aaron went to get his water bottle for him, as deep as he could manage, and then drank from the bottle he was handed before replying.
"I want... I want to be able to do a session and not look like I'm about to puke everywhere, for a start," he said, rubbing absently at his chest again.
"I want to be as mobile as possible. I want my strength back; I'm a Marine, y'know?" he continued, and held out a hand, scowling at the shakes. "This is bullshit. I know I'm never gonna go running again, or climb any more mountains, or kick your ass in a sparring session, but fucking hell, I should be able to sit up straight in a chair. I'm getting married, and I'm gonna be a dad. I need to be better than... well. This."