Y/N L/N is a very skilled and praised physiotherapist. A certain event pushing her for a fresh start, as a physiotherapist for Liverpool FC. One question always being in the back of her mind: Will she be able to let go of her past and experience new...
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"Right that's perfect." I state, giving Ryan a high five. "You've improved a lot." I tease, patting his shoulder. He smiles, giving me one of his pearly smiles as he stands up.
Recovery day would always be one of my favorite days at this job. No stressing, just rejuvenation.
We did have to keep in mind that we have another match tomorrow, this time for the Carabao Cup against Bournemouth.
We decided to mostly focus on recovery as that was the most important thing right now. Especially, to prevent any problems down the road.
"Of course, you still act like I'm a teenager!" He retorts, looking down at me. Damn, was he getting taller or was I going crazy?
"Can you blame me-"
The sudden feeling of something hitting my leg makes me stop talking, looking down to see a ball roll away from my feet.
I look up to find the perpetrator, a smug Curtis looking at me.
"Excuse me! We're actually busy here!" I shout, giving him a half serious look, folding my arms up to my chest.
"Sorry Doc, two touch got too intense. Right, Harv?" He says, looking over to a equally smug looking Harvey.
"Curt, do you ever leave y/n alone?" I hear, snapping my head to see Virgil walk over. His tatted arm overwhelmingly distracting. An immediate rush of adrenaline flowing through my body.
"I'm sure you would want me to." Curtis replies and I send a cold glare, raising my eyebrows in warning. One more word and I'd rob him of those 500 pounds.
I hear muffled chuckles somewhere in the gym, but don't dare to move another inch.
"Aren't you supposed to be with Dr. Davis right now?" I change the topic, tapping the watch on my wrist.
He huffs, and I kick the ball back to Harvey.
"Come on, go on." I usher Curtis, waving my hand.
I turn to Ryan again, dismissing him with a smile and grab my folder off of the floor. Checking for the next player I had to observe.
I look up, making eye contact with Virgil. The look in his eyes speaking millions of words.
"Your turn." I fake sigh, trying to hide the smile on my face, tapping my shoe on the mat multiple times.
Thankfully, we had to begin at the exercising equipment in the far corner in the room, being able to ignore some glances from the other players. They didn't even try to hide their chuckles and whispers this time as they glanced at us.
I had obviously heard about the bet about us- or whatever Curtis had told me. Our days of hiding our relationship were numbered, and I was scrambling to stretch them.
