Magic Hands

Chapter 2

It was pure bliss out there. This was what I was born to do. As soon as I stepped onto that lush grass and began my journey to the injured player on the other side of the field my breathing hitched. In a good way though. My thoughts became as clear as the sky on a summers day. This was my moment. I'd worked hard for this and it was now mine. Time to kick butt and make sure this player was okay. 

As we walked a short, nerdy looking guy scuffled alongside babbling about what was going on. His glasses were starting to fog up from his rushed words in the crisp evening air. 

"We don't know exactly what happening but its her right ankle that she was grabbing when she went down. It was a rough tackle, she went down hard." 

Okay, Ash. Right ankle, fell hard, so assess for concussion. Look for confusion, drowsiness and nausea. Ask her scale of 1-10. This is okay. You know what you're doing. 

My thoughts were interrupted by cries of pain from the beautiful girl at my feet. Wait, what. No. Not the fucking time for this gay shit to be rearing its ugly head. This girl clearly needs my help. Do your job, Ashley. 

"Aggghhh, please do something!"  the girl screamed, clutching onto her ankle, surely almost doing more damage to the injured tissue. 

"Okay, my name is Ashley, I'm the medic. Can you tell me exactly where it hurts, or point to the area. I also need to know what happened, which was did your ankle roll?" 

"That. Way. She had her foot on my heel, and aghh, and, I was running and got caught, and it ripped all up the right side. Aghh"

"Okay. Alright. You're going to be okay. I'm going to take off your boot okay and have a look at your ankle. Can you help me to take it off if possible so I don't make it more painful"

She gingerly agreed and began to sit up while ensuring no weight was on her hurt ankle. I quickly un-did the laces and took out her shin pads before she started to slide the shoe off. I guided it off her foot at the end when it was too far to reach. She was clearly in a lot of pain and not just from her ankle. I made a mental note to check her abdomen and awareness when we got back to the rooms with her. No-way was she going to keep playing tonight. 

Once I'd checked her ankle I knew immediately that we needed to do an ultrasound. I became really concerned about the possibility of this girl not playing again for the rest of the season. I glanced up to find that the rest of the medical team was helping another player who seemed to be out cold. Man. Must've been a nasty collision. 

"Okay, I need to take you in now. Are you going to be able to let me support you so we can walk you inside to one of the treatment rooms?"

"Yeah, but I'll probably crush you. I'm not light and I won't be able to put weight on my foot" she managed to get out through staggered breaths. 

"Hey now, I'm stronger than I look!" I replied raising my eyebrows. 

"Ha, we'll see about that. C'mon show me what you've got" she followed suit and raised her eyebrows, but with the addition of a smirk. Oh man what a cheeky one. 
Woah, Ash. Please don't. Just get her inside. You're. Not. Gay.