imagines

• health hazard • {julian edelman}

Cause I swear she's bad for my health
Doctor, Doctor, you've got to help me out

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On my first day working as the new medic for the New England Patriots, there was hardly any work to do. No players were injured, which I guess was a good thing. No one needed anything. The medical staff just stared at the highly decorated walls waiting for work to do. The walls of the Patriots medical room were adorned in pictures of Lombardi trophies, and past players holding them. There were inspirational quotes spread about the room, encouraging injured players to heal faster.

The phone in the medical room rang, signaling either someone was injured or they needed something down on the field. I was thankful for the ring, because it had been a slow day.

"Becca, the team needs you to run them some medical tape," my supervisor said as she hung the phone back up on the wall. I grabbed a few fresh rolls of medical tape, put them in the golf cart and began out to the field. I parked the team golf cart on the edge of the turf and walked the tape over to the bench.

"I'll take some of that," number 11 said as he came jogging off the field. He picked up a fresh roll of medical tape and swiftly wrapped it around his wrist.

"You might want to wrap that a little tighter," I warned him. If the tape were too loose it wouldn't do its job.

"I'm good," Julian Edelman said in a nonchalant way. A small smirk spread across his otherwise straight lips. My supervisor had warned me that players may not take advice well from a girl, so I decided to give him another small nudge to wrap his wrist tighter.

"Okay, I'll see you up in the medical room later when you sprain your wrist."

"We'll see about that.." he said. He ripped the tape with his teeth and moved his wrist back and forth to make sure he could still move around freely. I rolled my eyes as he hurried back onto the field by his teammates.

Once I got back up to the medical room, I began organizing and sorting some of the supplies. A coach would come in for ice every once in a while but other than that, the only thing left to do was to organize equipment.

About an hour of organizing had past when I heard the wincing of a player coming into the room. I stood to face the door and wasn't at all surprised to see #11 standing in the frame, holding his wrist in pain.

He came to my bench, and without saying a word, he sat down. "What can I do for you Mr. Edelman?"

"You were right," he pouted. I gently took the wrist from him and began unwrapping the loose medical tape.

"If only someone would have warned you that this needed to be wrapped tighter you wouldn't be having this problem..." I smiled. I got out one of the ice packs that we kept handy and wrapped it around his wrist.

"I already admitted that you were right, what more could you want from me Nurse..." he trailed off at the end, making it clear that he didn't know my name.

"I'm Nurse Becca, and I want you to listen to me next time I give you medical advice," I said.

"I will next time I promise," he pleaded. I removed the ice pack from his wrist and found my role of medical tape.

"Okay, now I am going to show you how to properly wrap your wrist," I prompted him. I began wrapping and he winced in pain.

"That hurts," Julian yelled.

"It's supposed to hurt you sprained your wrist. The added stability of the medical tape will strengthen the wrist,"I assured him as I continued to wrap his wrist.

"Will I miss any playing time?" he asked fearfully.

"I don't think so. You will be limited for a little while but as long as you keep the wrist stable and wear a brace, I don't see any reason for you to miss a game."

"Thanks, Becca. How can I make it up to you?" Julian asked as he stood from my table.

"By listening to me next time," I crossed my arms over my chest.

"How about I take you out to dinner?" he tried, as that confident smirk spread across his lips again.

"I don't know about that..." I told him.

"Please? You can tell me about how you were right all night," he said, clearly not taking no for an answer.

"Okay, fine," I smiled, finally giving in to his boyish charm.

"I'll pick you up at 8," he said, kissing me quickly on the cheek and bolting out to the practice field.

It wasn't a bad first day working at Patriot Place after all..

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