Jack hissed in pain as he collapsed onto the couch. He gently propped his leg up onto the couch and placed a pillow under his calf. He couldn’t believe he’d fucked up his knee, during a practice no less. He huffed and growled to himself for his recklessness. He should have known better than to chase the puck with the amount of guys already around it. it was just a recipe for disaster. The pileup wasn’t the problem though, it was when one of the guys fell on his leg and turned it in a way it shouldn’t have gone. Jack hissed out a swear as he tried to get himself comfortable on the couch.
“Jack, honey, stay still. I’m almost done grabbing the supplies,” Bitty announced from the kitchen. Jack took a steadying breath and relaxed into the couch. There wasn’t anything he could do about it now. It was up to the doctor’s word and care at this point. He could hear Bitty open and close drawers and doors in the kitchen. Jack tried to look into the kitchen from his spot on the couch, but couldn’t see well enough above the arm being sunk into it.
“I’m right here, babe,” Bitty announced as he came around the opposite side of the sofa. Bitty was still in his company uniform, looking sharp as a tack. Jack blushed as his mind wandered a moment. He didn’t have long to think though, as Bitty began to assess his knee. Jack hissed again as Bitty softly touched the area around his knee. Bitty spoke a quick apology and pulled back.
“The doctor thinks it might just be a sprain from a subluxation. I’m hoping he right. That will only put you out about six or eight weeks instead of four or six months if you tore something…” Bitty trailed off shaking his head. Jack groaned. He tried not to think about it himself.
“One day at a time, right?” Jack asked, attempting to throw some humor into his voice, knowing it’s ready to crack under the pressure of his thoughts. Bitty looked up to him with concern. Bitty smiled at him and nodded reassuringly.
“Yeah, Love. Everything is going to be okay,” Bitty said and slid his hand up to meet Jack’s. Jack laced their fingers and squeezed tight. He knew Bitty could take it. He’s had his hand squeezed enough times by other patients who had tighter grips than him.
“I’m going to re-wrap this and put an ice pack on it to try to reduce the swelling.” Bitty wraps his knee again and it’s uncomfortable. Jack’s trying not to whine about it. He doesn’t want Bitty to feel bad about helping him. It wasn’t nearly as uncomfortable as it was earlier, but still earned a hiss. Bitty apologized again as he finished the wrap. He placed a soft kiss on Jack’s knee and rubbed Jack’s thigh soothingly. Jack laid back on the couch, trying to relax. Bitty’s hands were warm on his leg where he massaged and it felt nice. Jack let out a sigh. He felt the cold pack placed on his knee before the cold seeped through the material of the ace wrap.
“This should settle down shortly. The ice, elevation and the anti-inflammatory will help the pain.” Jack could hear the bottle of Ibuprofen shake as Bitty shook out the pills. Jack sat up enough to take the pills and the water bottle Bitty offered. Jack dutifully swallowed the pills dry and swigged the water to wash them down. Bitty shook his head.
“I don’t know how y’all can swallow those pills dry. It takes me almost a gallon of water to get mine down.” Bitty chirped.
“I’ve had plenty of practice swallowing,” Jack said with a wink and a smirk. Bitty blushed and smacked Jack’s shoulder playfully.
“Jack!” Bitty admonished. He giggled as Jack grabbed him and pulled him up to his end of the couch. Jack gave Bitty a chaste kiss.
“Thanks for fixing me up, Bits. Feels better already.” Jack smiled as Bitty rolled his eyes and threw his head back in faux exasperation. Bitty smiled back down at him after though.
“Anything for you, my klutzy Falconer.” Bitty screamed and giggled as Jack tickled his sides for the chirp.