Magic Hands

Chapter 3

*Ashley POV still*

As we entered the treatment room the girl beside me began taking deep breaths, almost gasping for air. She must be exhausted from the long trek, but she's an athlete. She shouldn't be gasping like a fish. I quickly laid her down on the bed and she propped herself up on the pillow. 

I turned to search for some ice and the ultrasound before I heard a weird grumble from behind me. 

"Ah.. wait, whats your name again? Oh my god. No. It doesn't matter. Fuck.."

I turned just in time to see the girl roll to her side and begin retching. 

I launched myself to the bin and got it to her mouth a second too late. She'd clearly had a colourful salad for lunch judging by the goo that now covered my shoes and the floor of my treatment room. 

"No" she grumbled between spits into the bucket. 

"Hey, hey, its okay. It's okay" I soothed while rubbing her back. 

As her hand shot up to cover her mouth I knew we could be here for a while; and that something was seriously up with this girl. 

After 5 minutes of her vomiting her guts and me soothing I started to hear sirens drawing closer. I knew that they weren't for the girl next to me though, and I began increasingly worried that maybe I should be calling another ambulance. My thoughts were interrupted though by soft moans coming from the player beside me. 

"Okay. I'm. All done- now.... Can I please have a mint?"

"Haha yeah sure I'll go grab some. I'll get some water too, you're probably already dehydrated from the game and that little vom-sesh wouldn't have helped" I replied with the hint of a smirk at the corner of my mouth. 

"Ha. Yeah, sorry" she cringed at my choice of wording but let out a slight giggle at the end.  

"Haha, sorry, I'm just teasing. However, I've never seen vomit that colourful before in all my years of training" I said through a grin. "Here. Ice for your ankle, and water for your stomach. I'd give it a minute before going for some mints though. They will probably make you feel sick again." She didn't reply but nodded to show she understood. 

"So it's starting to hurt again now that I'm not throwing up. Is there something you can do for the pain"

"Yeah sure. The ice will help to stop swelling, that will help to reduce pressure. But as for the pain before that start to help, I'm sorry but other than drugs I can't do anything. And at this point I'm not sure that they are a good idea given you might need surgery if you've broken it or torn a ligament... I can get the ultrasound done quickly though and do a quick X-ray before I decide if we need to get you to hospital?"

"Yeah that sounds good." 

After 10 minutes of having a good look at her ankle I was certain I knew what was going on. She'd damaged her fibularis longus, but it didn't seem to need surgery. 

I began explaining all of this to her but was interrupted by someone knocking at the door. As it slid open to reveal my supervisor we could hear the crowd cheering down the hallway. Honestly, I was so focussed on what I was doing that I'd completely forgotten the game going on just down the hallway. The girl beside me let out a quiet 'woah' to show that she'd also forgotten. 

"How we doing in here, Ash. Do you need an ambo or any help?"

"No, we're all good thanks, Lynn. I've worked out the issue so I'll give some pain relief and then I'll strap her up and help her back to the team hotel."