kvllerqueen.

           She didn’t even jump at his groan, it was all commonplace for her,  “See now if I gave you some warnin’ then you’d know its coming and tease up you were relaxed when I popped it back in. Goes in cleaner.”, she’d done this before so many times in the old days — popped things back in for people. It showed through clearly, where medical teams would tell you wants coming she’d just do it. She knew what needed to be done and would do it, as long as it wasn’t going to hurt the person for a longer period of time. A number of trainers were afraid of messing with Sami’s shoulder after his surgery, but it didn’t seem to bother her. 

           The next item of business was his back, she gave a small shake of her head he was making a big deal of it. “I used to superglue sh-things”, she’d been warned to watch her language when doing the medical part of her job, “like this together.” Gloved fingertips touching around the wound, “It’s not bad.” She told him, gathering items to clean the wound, “I don’t know if we should stitch, the back is so weird. You don’t know until you hurt it how much it’s involved in everything. “We can stitch it or we can just butterfly bandage it. My personal opinion is that we just bandage it — I’m more afraid of what a stitch getting pulled would do.” She paused her hands no longer poking at him, “You’re welcome and you don’t need to thank me. I’m just glad you didn’t decide to put your own shoulder back in.”

            ^{Sami sat as still as he could and kept the fidgeting to a minimum–which, strangely, was easier than he expected. He had expected it to sting, as it usually did when someone touched his wounds. He could take the pain of course–there was no such thing as a wrestler who could not take pain–even more so in the heat of battle. It was just that aftercare always seemed to hurt more, perhaps due to the absence of adrenaline that pumped through his veins in a fight. In any case, her hands were really gentle and he barely felt a thing.}

            ^{With a shrug, he turned in his seat to face her.    “Ah, I think we should just bandage it.”    He nodded, not wanting to take the risk of what might happen if the stitching goes wrong.     “Better safe than sorry, right?”     He huffed in annoyance at her words, though his grin remained in place–a sign that he was not really annoyed. Lifting a hand to rub at the shoulder that just got popped in, he shot her a hopeful gaze.    “So…I’ll be fine? I’m not gonna have too much on me when we’re done?”     Sami was not the vain type, but he really did not want to walk around looking like a mummy.}

kvllerqueen.

         “I don’t doubt you are but you know it’s our job to check and to let the medical staff do their jobs.” Even she was choking back laughter on that one, she didn’t want to offend the man but she was simply doing her job. Sighing softly, she folded her hands over one another, “if you tell honestly that you don’t need any help then I’ll call off the medical staff. And I won’t have them bother you for the rest of the night but you have to convince me.” She spoke with a tone that only a mother could truly have.

    ^{“I dunno       I feel alright. Time heals all wounds,      or whatever.”     The words were lies and the delivery was not convicing at all with how lazy it sounded. He combed a finger roughly through his sweat laden hair. he’d been walking around with what felt like a shattered rib cage. Sami had enough knowledge to know he probably only fractured one or two ribs but he was having a hard time breathing without his entire body igniting in agony.     “It’s you guys’ job to check up on superstars who need it, not be hypochondriacs. I don’t need any help, okay?! Leave me alone.”    Now he sounded irritated and it became even more evident that he did need medical treatment because he only got this way whenever he was banged up.}

@kvllerqueen // starter call.

           _{“AGH !             y’mind warning me next time before ya do that?“   He was being a little  over-dramatic   For it being the fourth or fifth time in his life to have his shoulder popped back into place.  That didn’t stop it from hurting like a bitch.  Rolling his shoulders for a moment, Sami sighed before pulling the shirt over his head to reveal the next wound they were going to tackle.  Though it was a shallow cut, Sami was making a big deal of it.   Obliging silently, Sami leaned back in the chair and tried to keep his mind off of the inevitable possibility of stitches.}

          _{“Be a little more gentle, would ya?”    It was supposed to be a joke but the words came out sounding a little too genuine for Sami’s comfort.  Rolling his eyes at himself, he watched the other work with a level of skill that showed she had done it before.    “Thank you, by the way, for helping me.”}

kvllerqueen.

(@inzaynity liked for a starter.)

           “They sent me over to check on you.” She said quietly, more so noting his eye. The only reason she just singled in on his eye was because it could be seen she knew how wrestlers worked, she was one herself. Or that’s what she always thought herself as…a wrestler. And she knew they were a proud bunch she was not going to let him think that she thought of him as anything but that. “Is everything alright?”

          ^{“I’m fine.”     And he might have pulled the act off if not for the way his voice had cracked halfway through. Stubborn resistance in the face of help – this would be the first of many. Eyes cast downwards, the blur of his gaze could make out a pair of feet, squinting to travel up legs, torso and neck until it reached a face he recognized from earlier. Medical team. Not now. A sigh filled the silence thereafter, hand lingering over a mouth that had placed the threat of bile.    “Seriously. I don’t need help.”}