Preath Oneshots

Injury Days

A/N: Requested by Infinitefanfic Tobin is injured and Christen takes care of her.

Also I'm working on two others right now :)

'Tobin Heath! If you do not sit down right now, I'm going to lock you in your room for an entire week,' I yelled from the lounge room. Tobin had gotten a pretty bad turf burn and not to mention a badly sprained ankle at the game we played at last. But she wouldn't listen to me and sit down too let it heal, she insisted on doing anything but.

'It's really not that bad, just a little scratch,' she replied shrugging.

'Honestly Tobin, what am I going to do with you. It's massive, you need to let it heal,' I tried to tell her.

'Okay okay, only because you asked sooooo nicely, don't you have to train or something?' She asked, finally sitting down.

'Thank you, no I don't, I took today off because I knew you wouldn't sit and let it heal,' I explained.

'Oh, you didn't have too do that,' she told me, her cheeks turning a slight scarlet colour.

'I know, but I wanted too, I'm going to get you some ice, don't move,' I replied walking off to the freezer. She was staying by herself in a little hotel room, her roommate had gotten severely sick and had to fly home, meaning she had nobody to look after her. I found a small ice pack and returned to her, surprisingly she was still there.

'We need to put you somewhere you can elevate your ankle, I'll take you to bed,' I suggested.

'Shouldn't you take me on a date first,' she grinned causing me to turn a deep shade of red. 'I'm kidding, okay hang on,' she finished hopping up from her seat.

'Oh not so fast, no weight on that foot of yours,' I told her, she rolled her eyes but nodded at me. I wandered over to her placing my arm around her waist while she put hers around my neck. 'Slow and steady okay,' I told her as we began the walk to her room.

My grip tightened on her waist the closer we got, part of me didn't want to let go. 'Thank you,' she smiled modestly at me.

'No worries,' I returned as I gently laid her down onto the mattress.

'Can you get me a different shirt? It's like in the bottom draw, pleeeease,' she asked.

'Sure, which one?' I replied.

'Uh, I don't know, any of them?' She mumbled.

I found a purple Nike shirt first so I chucked that to her. She thanked me before she changed into it. As she lifted her old shirt up I couldn't help but catch a glimpse of her toned stomach. I shook my head violently, removing the image from my head.

'Something wrong?' She asked, catching me shaking my head.

'Oh, no nothing, bit of hair in my face that's all,' I replied smiling at her. She raised her eyebrow at me but shrugged it off moments later. 'Lay down so I can ice your ankle,' I told her semi sternly.

'Alright, if you say so,' she grinned getting herself comfortable.

I brought the ice over to her 'this is going to be a little cold,' I warned her as I placed it against her skin. Her muscles tensed briefly adjusting to the cold, but she relaxed soon after. 'You've done a good job,' I told her inspecting the heavy purple bruising.

'Play sport they said, it's good for you,' she joked.

'Good too see you still have your sense of humour then,' I laughed at her.