Therapy Session - Alexia Putellas

6.

The therapy session has been coming to an end and in the evening Alexia finds herself resting on her couch with her left leg put up on a cushion, Nala resting in the crook of her arm while the small dog was sleeping.

The television was switched off, the jalousies were shut down, the light off and Alexia just felt like laying there for a couple of minutes to take some deep breaths.

About an hour later, the athlete finds herself back on social media as she was scrolling through the news site, suddenly landing on a picture of the Barcelona Rehab center.

It was an older picture of Erin, standing beside a patient that was doing his first steps on the treadmill, with the therapist controlling his movement.

Alexia takes a deep breath, just staring at the blondes expression, that she somehow felt extremely familiar and comfortable with.

It was hard to phrase it into words, but somehow Alexia had the feeling that all those walls she had been built up in those last couple of weeks, where slowly but surely beginning to break because of the blonde.

This long blonde hair, the calm and relaxing expression, those soft words that Erin was speaking with, all of that made Alexia feel... special.

And within a second, the athlete decides to just go for it and text the therapist she couldn't stop thinking about since she'd met her.

Even she didn't have the courage to speak to her in person, but after the session today Alexia had the feeling that Erin was somehow feeling the same way.

Or at least that what she hoped.

So she then lifts herself from the couch, strolling over towards her sports bag where she knew the therapist must have put a contact number somewhere inside her papers when she had been at the Barcelona Rehab first.

And that's exactly where she could find it, pulling out her phone as she nervously leans against the kitchen counter, stabilizing herself with her right arm.

Alexia could feel her hands shaking as soon as she dialed in the number, waiting for a couple of seconds to take some deep breath's, before she found the courage to just press the green button.

It took a few rings until a soft voice was being heard at the other end of the line.

What did I do?

"Hello, this is Erin speaking", the therapist takes the call and as soon as Alexia heard the blondes voice, she felt the need to end the call just as quick as it had begun.

She was extremely nervous.

"Hello, who's there?", Erin asks again, her voice curious and suddenly the captain noticed that the therapist didn't even know who was calling her in that moment.

"Hola, um-", Alexia stutters, holding onto the edge of the kitchen counter as she searches for her words, her heart beat increasing fast when she hears the blonde breathe on the other end of the line.

"Who's there?", the therapist wonders.

"Oh, sorry, it's Alexia speaking", the brown haired woman stutters, feeling her throat tighten as she keeps her eyes shut, feeling so extremely embarrassed by herself as she puts a hand over her face, closing her eyes shut.

"Alexia? What a surprise. Is everything okay?", the blonde asks with an worried voice, the captain sitting on her bar stool when she listens to Erin speaking over the phone.

What was it that she wanted?

"Yeah- yes I'm okay. Totally okay. I just-", the captain stutters, unable to phrase her words properly when she just heard Erin chuckle softly.