Open Flame (Alycia Debnam-CareyXyou)

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I'd imagine this is the song Y/n would listen to while training. Idk lol


2 weeks later

My feet dug into the pavement as sweat dripped down the side of my head, the humidity making it nearly impossible to evaporate off of my skin. My lungs burned while my breaths came out quick and heavy, my body poorly conditioned after my weeks of recovery.

I was exhausted too quickly during my run, only making it about a half mile before I was sucking air, struggling to keep my pace. It was frustrating that I had to take a step back in my physic, as it was already hard enough maintaining it without the long break. I wasn't built quite like my coworkers who were easily able to meet the physical standard with little to no effort, I had to work for this, but it was something I took pride in. My ribs still hurt from the accident, and every step and breath felt like I was getting punched in the side, but I needed to get myself back in condition for the job, so I put my head down and kept moving, not allowing my feet to stop at any point.

The doctor technically told me that I needed to wait a month before returning to physical activity, but I couldn't afford to wait any longer, I hated sitting still and resting. It was more torture than the pain I endured, so I decided to get back into training anyway and hoped that somehow that would allow me to return to work sooner.

I love giving out medical advise to my patients, and then directly ignoring it myself.. It was a great habit.

After my eyes caught the sight of the training tower, I sped up my pace into a sprint, pushing passed the stabbing pain in my ribs and lunging myself up the steps, racing my way to the top. When I reached the top of the tower, I slammed a hand into the wall and raced back down to the 1st floor where the tractor tire was. I squatted myself down to the tire, my fingertips digging into the bottom of it before I stood myself up, forcing the tire into the air with my legs and flipping it over. The move increased the sharp pain that dug into my ribs, but my determination allowed me to ignore it, as I squatted myself back over to the tire, flipping it again and again until I reached the end of the room. I lifted a hand to the wall, grabbing the sledge hammer and adjusted my feet on the ground before winding it back and sailing the hammer into the side of the tire, but as soon as the sledge made impact to it, I felt a tearing sensation near my ribs, causing the sledge to fly from my fingers.

Shit.

I quickly hunched myself over, my left hand keeping me up against the wall as my right made it's way to my side, my fingers finding a warm substance on my shirt near the sight of my incision.

I threw my head back in frustration, letting a groan escape my lips, but I quickly cut myself off, my eyes widening at the sound of a car honking from outside the tower.

I slowly stumbled to the window of the tower, my right hand still holding pressure over my side, as I peered outside, finding a white SUV in the driveway with a very angry brunette climbing out of the driver's side door.

Oh, she's pissed. This should be fun..

Her green eyes caught mine, giving me a hard glare as I gave her a guilty smile, and she pointed a finger to the ground, ordering me to come down. I gave her a single nod before stepping away from the window and making my way down the steps, knowing damn well I was as good as dead. I glanced down at my shirt, noticing a small blood splotch forming over the site of my incision, and I was thankful to have left my hoodie on the handle bars of the stair case. I quickly slipped it over my head and wiped my hands on my shorts, getting rid of the evidence before reaching the bottom of the steps and plastering a smile on my face as I locked eyes with Alycia.

"What is the point in me telling you anything if you're just not going to listen?!" she asked with an annoyed tone, and I dropped my head, the smile quickly falling from my face. I was in the wrong, and I knew it, so there was no point in playing dumb.