Page 21 of Healing the Quarterback

"Look, Krista, I'm sorry for how I acted in the hospital. I wasn't expecting you, so I was a little thrown off when the Doc said you were the physical therapist, and you were standing there."

"Hmmm, I get it. You were not the patient I was expecting when I was asked to take on an athlete. I actually expected a high schooler, though I guess I wasn't too far off, huh?" I quip.

"Bitchy, much? Must be that time of the month," he responds with a chuckle, like he had said the best come back.

"I've been called worse things by better men than you," I say, giving him a condescending smirk.

"Here we go," Mr. Anderson says, coming back into the room before Will can retort with something else that could piss me off.

"Perfect. So, keep the leg elevated and the knee iced. Use the crutches every time you get up to go anywhere, especially to the bathroom at least until next week," I tell Will, then look over at his dad, "Next week, you will need to check his swelling and if there is none, allow him to walk for about thirty minutes a day, with no crutches. As long as the swelling doesn't come back, he can up the time the week after. I'll get you some exercises that he will need to do."

"You want me to do this with him?" Mr. Anderson asks.

"He needs someone here with him, and since you live here, it makes sense. Will you be able to handle it?"

"It's just that, I have to go out of town for work. I leave in two days, and I'm not sure how long I'll be gone. Can you please come over and take care of Will, while I'm out of town?" he asks, with a shaky voice.

"I don't need a babysitter, I will be fine," Will says, and I look over at him.

"I'll send a list of exercises over, I'm sure he can handle it all until you get back. He doesn't want to do anything to jeopardize his NFL career," I say, probably a little too sweetly as I grit my teeth.

“I’m sure I will have no problems following it and being by myself, it’s not that big of a deal, dad. If it becomes too much, I’ll call Ashley and see if she can come out and help me while you are gone,” Will says.

"I better go. I have another patient to see," I say, needing to get out of this house.

"What does Ashley know about physical therapy?" Mr. Anderson asks Will.

"She knows how to read, as well as I do. It will be fine."

Mr. Anderson shrugs his shoulders when he looks at me, and I shake my head, grabbing my stuff, and heading for the door.

"Mr. Anderson, if you need anything, you can give me a call. Good luck on your business trip," I say, walking out.

I get in my car, taking a deep breath, I start the car, and put it in drive.

The man may look good, like mouth-watering good, but his mouth is the biggest turn off. I shake my head of these thoughts. I don't need to think about Will and his body like that. The man is an arrogant brute, who seems to think the world revolves around him and his fame.

"Ugghhh, I need to stop thinking about him," I mutter out loud.

I dial the number I have been putting off, as I need someone to talk to.

"Hello?"

"Hey Leia, it's me. Can we meet to talk?"

"Yeah, I think we should. How about drinks at our favorite place?"

"Perfect. Twenty-minutes?"

"I'll meet you there."

"See you there," I tell her as I hang up, my heart pounding.

I get to the restaurant, making it there before Leia. I allow the hostess to show me to a table in the back and let her know Leia will be coming soon.

My heart is racing, not sure what to expect. The waitress comes by, and I order a glass of wine. She brings me my glass as Leia arrives.

"I'll have the same, please. Thank you," Leia tells the waitress before she sits down. Looking at me, she says, "Hey."

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