In The End, I'd Do it All Again (J.D. x OC)

Maybe Being Injured Isn't Too Bad of a Thing

Staring was rude. Super rude.

But how could Jayden resist with the sight before her? I mean, he was hot as hell with the bright pink hair, nose piercing, ear gauges, multiple tattoos (the full sleeve on his right arm was fucking gorgeous and she had believed it to be the only tat he had until she had caught sight of the small one behind his right ear during her staring sessions over the last few weeks), and those arms (fuck yes). 

What really got her attention the most though was the sweatpants he wore. Not so much them really, but more of how great his ass looked in them. Like, his ass was FINE AS FUCK. (She almost whimpered the first time he leaned over within her sights.)

Jayden knew she was bordering on creepy stalker slash pervert territory but it's not like she had anything better to look at during their sessions. Not her fault that her physical therapy session was at the same time as his despite their different injuries. (Not that they were the only two in the room seeing as how their therapists were there to help and encourage them during their session along with two other people with their own therapists working on the opposite side of the room.) All she knew is that everyone here had a sports related injury and that the unspoken but mutual feeling between them all was that every second fucking sucked because it was boring and painful and they would rather be elsewhere, preferably doing the sport that caused them to end up here in the first place.

She winced, letting out a small protest of pain as her therapist pushed her knee gently towards her chest as she laid flat on the bench, her doctor pausing the action to stretch her leg back out to lay flat once again. "How about we take a ten minute break for now Miss Michaels?" her doctor asked with a sympathetic smile. 

"Sounds great," she murmured, one arm lifting to cover her eyes, inhaling and exhaling slowly to rid the pain that flared in her knee from the constant movements of the past thirty minutes. He nodded, though she didn't see it, patting her bare leg once before stating that he would be back soon and left to go wherever it was he went when he wasn't dealing with her. All Jayden cared about right at the moment was willing the pain to at least lessen to the point where it didn't feel like a thousand needles were jamming themselves directly into her left kneecap. 

"You look pale," commented a slightly worried voice.

Brow furrowed, Jayden lifted her arm up slightly to peek from beneath, only to spot the pink haired male standing across from her, hands gripping the set of metals bars meant to help a person stand and walk, brown eyes staring at her with growing concern it seemed, his therapist having taken a break as well. She nearly huffed, dropping her arm to her side where it dangled off the bench, knuckles brushing the cold linoleum floor as she turned her head towards him lazily, expression one of amusement. "I could say the same for you pinkie," she replied with a small, albeit painful smirk.

He chuckled lightly, not offended by the sudden nickname. "I look that bad, huh?"

"Nah, you look fine otherwise you're saying that I also look like shit," she grinned, gaining a genuine laugh of amusement from him, his face crinkling cutely due to it. How could one man be both hot as hell and adorable as fuck at once? "Mind if I ask what you're in for?" she asked curiously, partially glad that he had started the conversation, Jayden herself too nervous to say anything but "hi" over the weeks since they started the sessions when they saw each other. 

He took a few steps forward, exhaling deeply in pain as he favored his right foot, knuckles white from gripping the handlebars tighter than before. He nodded down towards the limb, shifting slightly to put some weight on it. "Tore my Achilles from running. So lame." He rolled his eyes at himself before focusing back on her, eyes glancing to her knee that he had seen her slowly shift up. "You?"