"Miss Montgomery. Trainer's room, now!" O'Shea yells, his voice booming over everyone's. I cross the gym and make my way to the trainer's office. I knock and I hear him sigh.
"Just get in here and sit down"
"Geez, what's got your panties in a bunch?" I ask trying to lighten the mood, looking over at him as he just sits there with a deathly glare on his face.
"Hop up and sit down on the bench." He mutters
I hop onto the bench, landing on it hard, trying to muffle the sound of my cry in pain. I lie down on my back and cover my face with my hands.
"Where does it hurt?"
"Where doesn't f*cking hurt!?" I ask, frustrated.
"Miss Montgomery, I do not think you understand how serious this is. You are hurt and pretty bad by the looks of things."
"Do not tell me what I don't understand. I get it, i'm f*cking hurt. Give me an ice pack and i'll be on my way." I say, sitting up on the bench with my arms crossed.
"You're not practicing for the rest of the weekend." He deadpans.
"You can't do that! You're not the trainer!" I say as I hop off the table, landing hard on my knee. "God dammit! F*ck!" I yell over and over, hopping around trying to get the pain to go away. O'Shea helps me back onto the table.
"Let's cut the crap. I admire how strong you were when you got back up and finished the game, I really did. But the game is over and you're not stepping foot on that court until you tell me what hurts."
He places his hands on either side of my knee.
"This is going to hurt" He says and I sit up on my elbows. His eyes lock with mine again. I feel his thumbs digging into the sides of my knee and I throw my head back. "I'm sorry, Miss Mont...."
"Stop calling me that! God I have a name! Do you even know it?"
"Of course I know it, Ness." He says locking eyes with me again but this time they are warm and sincere.
"Am I good to go?"
"I popped your knee back into place, but it's going to be swollen for a while. Try to stay off of it as much as possible. Is there anything else that hurts?"
"Uh...no?"
"Don't lie to me. What else hurts?"
"Uh, I sort of got a boney elbow to the ribs before I fell."
"Yeah, I know I saw it. Is it bothering you that much?"
"Uh kind of..."
"Ness..."
"Yes! Okay? It's hurts like a bitch"
I pull up my jersey past my ribs, exposing my green sports and my now bruised ribs. I look down and I'm shocked by the sight of my ribs. They look like some kindergartner water colored with blue, purple and black all over the right side of my rib cage. I look up at O'Shea and can see the wheels turning in his head. I lie back down on the table as he runs a hand through his hair, but don't ignore the death grip his other hand has on the edge of the table.
"Is it terrible that I want to hurt the girl that did this to you?" He asks and I laugh, causing my ribs to hurt.
"Maybe you'll have better luck than I did."
"One thing I admire about you, Miss Montgomery. You always seem to turn a horrible thing into something to smile and laugh about."
"So what does a bruised rib cage entitle me to? How about no class for a week?"
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Hard To Love (Professor / Student)
Romansa"No offense Montgomery, but when it comes down to it you are one of the most stubborn players any of the coaching staff has seen in a long time." "Gee, thanks Coach" I mutter while stretching out my knee and he chuckles and walks onto the court to b...
