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I grab her face and kiss her, hard.
“You gonna be my sexy nurse and take care of me?”
She smiles against my mouth. “Yeah. And then I’m going to whip you back into shape so you can play again.”
“Let’s fucking do it, princess.”
Chapter 58
Ryker
Ilet out a deep breath as Eric massages the muscle around my injured knee.
“Hanging in there?” he asks.
I nod.
“Still pretty tender, huh?”
“Yeah, but a million times better than two weeks ago,” I say. “I’m just glad not to have to use crutches anymore,” I say.
“You’ve graduated to a brace. Well done.”
For the past couple of weeks, my singular focus has been rest and recovery. Every night, I get at least nine hours of sleep. Once the swelling went away in my knee, I started meeting with my physical therapists to do range-of-motion exercises and strengthening exercises. And I meet with Eric almost every day so he can keep my body as limber as possible since I’m not playing currently.
I’m meeting with Sophie regularly so she can track my progress and make sure I’m not pushing myself too hard.
That’s the one thing that’s been the hardest—holding back.
As much as I wish I could rush through this process, I can’t. I have to be careful. I have to take it slow so that I don’t permanently injure myself.
“You’re still a little stiff, but that’s to be expected,” Eric says. “How is it when you walk? Any pain?”
I shake my head. “Just a little soreness if I extend my knee too much.”
Above him, there’s a TV playing the highlights from the Bashers’ most recent playoff game against the Toronto Titans. They managed to beat Boston and have made it to the next round.
I’m restless as I watch the highlights. As happy as I am that the guys made it that far, I’d give anything to be out on the ice with them.
“Easy now,” Eric says. “You’re tensing your quad too much.”
“Sorry,” I mutter.
He glances up at the TV. “We’ll get you back out there.”
Just then, Camden, Xander, Theo, Sam, Del, and Blomdahl walk into the room.
I look up at them. “Hey. You guys all have a session scheduled now?”
They nod and hop on the padded tables. Their physios start working on them.
“How’s the knee?” Xander asks me.
“It’s getting better. Slowly but surely.”
“Good. We’re dying to have you back out there with us,” Xander says.
“Yeah. It’s not the same without you, Georgie,” Camden says.
