*Ashley POV*
"Alright Ash, we're up"
As soon as Lynn muttered those words to me I could feel my heart beating through my chest. Why am I here? I can't do this. Those people are professionals. What if she's unconscious. I only do massage therapy, not save their arses when they get seriously injured!!
"Hey, its okay. You know your stuff. Now stop psyching yourself out and follow me"
I gulped as she continued to walk down the hallway towards the field. I could hear the screaming of the crowd and knew it must be one of the favourites. Crap.
I woman-ed the fuck up and followed my supervisor down the hallway.
Here goes nothing.
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Just a short little intro to get the ball rolling. Let me know what you guys think. I'm aiming for much longer updates than this from now on.
(this is also my first attempt at writing something so go easy on me)
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Magic Hands
FanfictionPlayers are always in close-quarters with the teams' support staff. But what happens when the relationships push the boundaries of professional interaction?
