When love comes to an end

Chapter 15

Jonathan and I were in his medical room. He was reading his newspaper while I was sitting next to him and just staring him, while he sometimes commented aloud something he read.

"Are you bored babe?" he suddenly looked at me.

"What, oh no. I enjoy watching you get so in to sport news." I smiled and grabbed his biceps.

"I'm the luckiest man right now." He said and leaned closer placing a soft kiss on my lips. He had no idea how bad of a girlfriend I was actually.

"Well good afternoon Mr.Dos Santos." Suddenly an older voice interrupted us; it was his doctor, "how are you feeling?"

"It still hurts, but less than before." He said, as I moved away so his doctor could come closer.

"Oh, hello. I'm doctor Pablo." He smiled and shake my hand, "I'm (y/n), thank you for helping him."

"It's my job. You have a nice girlfriend I see." He smiled at Jonathan and then moved closer to see his knee.

"I know." He smiled and looked at me, with his peaceful look that made me feel safe.

After the doctor looked closely to his injury and told him some more stuff about what he will have to do next and more on his therapies he then finished by telling him that he is aloud to go home and rest there.

"Thank you, then I'll come see you next week." Jonathan said as the doctor nodded his head and shake my hand, "I'll see you two next time. Good day." he said and walked out.

"Well then, let's go home." Jonathan looked at me smiling, but after what the doctor said I was sure he was not as happy as he wanted to look.

It was normal, he was injured badly, I remembered how long it took Rafinha to get back in shape. I knew how much he would have to work to come back stronger I knew it hurt him.

Also, I remembered how much it hurt Neymar back in the World Cup.

He started getting dressed back in his formal clothes. Someone brought him some sweatpants and a T-shirt last night, so he could be comfortable.

"Um. You need help?" I asked kind of shy, because he was half naked in front of me.

"No, I made it."

"Do you have anything else in the wardrobe?" I asked taking his stuff because he was not able to do so.

"I think I don't, let's just go." He said and then I walked closer to him and helped him get up on one leg.

"It hurts?" I asked as I looked him afraid I might do something wrong.

"It's fine. Give me those shitty crutches."

"Here." I said as he started going out of the room so I followed. Before closing the door, I checked one more time if we took everything and then walked next to Jonathan.

While walking our way out to my car some people were looking at us and whispering things, because probably they knew he was the footballer who just got badly injured.

I looked at Jonathan's face to see how he was doing, but he was just looking straight in front of him, he looked calm, but that was what hurt me the most. I knew he was hiding his emotions and I was afraid he might just explode one day.

"Where is your car?" he asked as we got almost to the front door and noticed there were some paparazzi outside waiting.

"It's not that close. I'll go get it, you stay here and wait for me to come." I said as he nod his head and then walked out.