This is mainly a joke for my friend so if its bad ntm!
Rhea Ripley was never one for following directions. Until she takes notice of one of the nurses in her boxing facility. Theres not a thing she wouldn't do to have one date, one conversation, one...
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I HATE SITTING IN THESE CROWDS AND WATCHING BOXERS FIGHT KNOWING I'LL HAVE TO PATCH THEM UP AFTERWARDS.
Especially this boxer specifically. Rhea fucking Ripley. If it wasn't for the fact that she's almost always injured in some way, big or small, I could swear she just finds any excuse to be in the nursing facility.
For example last week she came in and wanted a full blown checkup for a paper-cut. And here she is now body slamming girls almost two times her size. It really makes me wonder whether she just hates practice or just likes the scent of lemon cleaner and ammonia.
The announcer says something and I get up to realize I have to be at the nursing facility right now, breaks over. As I get up I get quick eye contact with Rhea. Her eyebrows slightly pinch together, I cant tell if she's confused, mad or sad. Whatever it is I shrug it off and go through the rows and columns of people and go back to my office. Thankfully its nobody there yet and I can just twiddle my thumbs and count the amount of tiles on the floors and ceilings combined.
About a few minutes later I hear the sound of heels walking along the tile floors before my assistant, Zoey, walked in. "Hey get ready for the boxers to come in here. Every last one of them are injured in some way, even the ones that were just practicing."
Fuck.
I audibly let out a groan before nodding
"Thank you Zoey." I said full of gratitude even though it was the exact opposite.
She nods and closes the door before I reach over to my cabinets and grab everything I need.
The first wrestler walks through the door with a crooked and bleeding nose.
Today is gonna be a long day. ____________________________ 2 HOURS LATER.
After what seemed like months of broken noses, black eyes, knocked out teeth and busted lips I finally come to my last patient.I turn around to change my gloves and suddenly my door slams shut. I hadn't even noticed somebody walked in. Regardless, i hurriedly turn around to greet- or kill- whoever just came in.
And what do you know, i turn around and see the drama Queen, herself Rhea Ripley. She sits on the bed and her muscles flex slightly as she does.
"A knock would've done just as fine."
"You didn't hear me knock so i invited myself in."
Her voice sounds hoarse and worn out.
I go to stand in front of her and take a look at her face. Her lip is busted and her eye is swelling, a few parts of her chest is starting to bruise, her nose looks red and has a small scratch.
I look at her disappointed and she looks up at me with eyes that are so innocent and almost make me forget that fighting is her job.
"Are you gonna heal me, Love?"
The nickname makes my nose scrunch and my eyebrow raise in confusion but instead of paying much attention to it I decide to just get the first aid kit and help her.
"You have a black eye, thats a shame." i said as i sarcastically pouted
I grabbed the first aid kit and took out a q-tip and dipped it in rubbing alcohol
"This might burn." i said as i lifted her top lip and applied the disinfectant to the spot where it was busted.
She made a hissing sound before gripping tightly onto the bed. Like i said, dramatic.
I removed the q-tip and dabbed the spot dry with a wet wipe.
"Next time warn me that your definition of burn feels like the deepest depths of hell."
I crack a smile and let out a playful scoff.
"You're so dramatic Ripley."
She smiles at that and scratches her head
"I'm okay to practice right? You know, no long time injuries or anything right?"
I take another look at her- just to be sure- and shake my head.
"Your eye is gonna be bruised and swollen and needs to be iced but other than that I doubt anything else will be wrong."
I say this knowing she might not listen, one thing about Ripley is that she will not, and i mean will not ever follow my advice. Shes dramatic yet when it comes down to actually following doctors orders, shes unreliable. I mean un-fucking-reliable.
She nods and I look at her and frown.
"Im serious Ripley, you still fight with that eye and accidentally make the wrong move you may need surgery or have worse vision."
She nods again.
"Give me a proper answer."
"Yes ma'am, no more face punches until my eye heals."
The corner of my mouth lifts ever so slightly before i force a straight face.
"Thank you Ripley." I say
She nods yet again.
Im starting to think thats her favorite thing to do.
I reach into the tiny built in mini fridge in the cabinet before handing her an ice pack.
"For your eye." I said before grabbing a disinfectant and rubbing it on the small scratch on her nose and putting ointment on it.
"You're all good. Now say to me what I said to you."
She opens her mouth before shutting it and opening it again
"No face punches until my eye heals and to ice it...?"
"Good j-"
Im interrupted my a continuous dog barking sound. It's my phone. I set it to that because it's the only ringtone annoying enough for me to be desperate to turn it off by answering the phone. Since I have a bad habit of letting my phone ring.
"Hold on." i said as i picked it up to answer it.
My dads voice came over the line and my shoulders stiffened.
After awhile I hung up and Rhea did that stupid pinched eyebrow thing when she feels off.
"Are you alr-"
"Yep I'm fine, I actually have to get going so if you can leave so I can too that'll be great"
She nods and her lips visibly tighten.
"Well i was going to ask you if you were fr-"
"Rhea, times up you need to leave." I said as I patted her back as a signal for her to leave.
I could swear her face switches and she looks a little disappointed but I shake it off and think it's my eyes playing tricks on me.
"Right.. well goodnight, doctor."
I nodded not even having the energy or right focus to give a proper response.
She walks out the door and my shoulders relax.
Who knew my dad would stoop so low as to force a marriage upon me?
