Chapter 28 I Guess I'm In Love
Quinn's POV
I gently massage his scalp with circular motions to relieve tension in that area.
I also added kneading and pressure point techniques at his temples and the base of his skull.
"Sit down," I asked.
Grayson then sat down while straightening his legs.
Now I moved to his hands. I helped him bend his arms back alternately. I also pressed gently on the shoulder.
"Do you have any aches or pains here?"
"No. Feels normal."
Okay, that means there's nothing wrong with his hand or head. But I still need to find which part of his body that has a problem because earlier when he was practicing, I saw him grimace when he took a pause to stop.
Grayson didn't want to tell me though. He even said he was fine until I had to force him to go to the recovery room.
Now if his head and upper body were fine, it was probably his lower body that was in trouble.
That's why I finally moved my hand to touch his thigh and continued downward.
When I reached his knee, his leg suddenly moved.
I'm sure it was a reflex. And that must be the problem.
To make sure once again, I held both his knees in turn.
And when I touched his right knee, he winced.
I looked at him furiously. "Still gonna lie?"
"It's just normal soreness."
"Shhhh shut up. Even if it's just soreness, for an athlete it can't be fatal. You must check up at the hospital so you can get an x-ray."
"That serious?"
I shook my head while scrunching my waist. "It's better to prevent it." Then I remembered something that made my gaze sharpen even more. "And don't ever lie about injuries again. Look, now you're really facing it."
Grayson snicker and immediately jumped off the mat. That made me reflexively slap his back.
"Hey, be careful!" I snapped.
He kicked the air. "Look at it. I don't need to take an X-ray. It'll heal if I put ice on it."
"You can't, Grayson. Do what I suggest. I know more about your body."
"And I own this body. So I know better than you, Quinny!"
"Huh, Quinny?"
"Yeah because you're so chatty!"
Without thinking, because he was annoying me, I threw the towel at his face. After that, I ran to escape.
But suddenly the wind blew so hard beside me that it sent my hair flying and my body stumbling.
When I opened my eyes, I already found Grayson standing blocking the door.
"Want to run away after throwing that dirty towel in my face, hmm?"
I looked at the towel he had crumpled up in his hands. "It's dirty from your own sweat anyway."
"I'm annoyed with you anyway."
I opened my mouth in disbelief. I should be the one saying that, not him. After all, his current attitude was like a child.
"I'm just making a suggestion, Grayson," I said, also starting to get annoyed.
"Then be my company. I don't want to be alone there."
What? No way. That's an impossible request.
If Grayson and I were seen in public together, there would be a lot of questions. Not to mention the crazy paparazzi who like to follow him around. Not surprised if the media greeted us as soon as we left.
No, no, that's a bad idea.
But... with this kind of attitude, Grayson doesn't seem to play around with his words.
If he wants something, he has to get it. If he says A then he has to get it exactly like that.
Alright, I'll give in this time. After all, it's for the good of my own loyal clients.
"Okay. I'll make an appointment with your regular hospital," I broke off in the end.
"Are you serious?" He then stood up straight, looking doubtful.
I rolled my eyes lazily then pushed him aside with all my might to open the door. But he pulled my hand that was holding the doorknob. "Why did you decide to accompany me?"
"Why? You don't want to?" I'm actually grateful if he changes his mind.
I had no idea what's wrong with him but then he seemed to be trying to get into my eyes. He was looking at me intensely.
"What are you up to, Quinn?"
Huh? I wasn't planning anything except to change my appearance when the day of his examination came.
"Nothing." Then I swatted his hand away. "You're so weird. Get some rest and drink enough water," I give advice before leaving the recovery room.
I then walked quickly to the management room, intending to report Grayson's condition to the coach or general manager.
After all, as a very reliable player and the only player with a werewolf background, Grayson was definitely expected to be able to play until the season's over. So anything that could be the obstacles to his performance, should be known and evaluated by those people.
I honestly hope that there isn't anything bad or wrong with Grayson. I hope it's just a temporary muscle sore, nothing serious.
This time my hope was sincere. Not just because he was my current benefactor, but because I also knew that this sport was his dream.
Hearing his story of refusing to be the heir to his family company and against his father, to become an ice hockey player, ice hockey must be his dream.
He was willing to go against his family and sacrifice such an important and big thing, there must be something more special in the path he chose that only he could see.
Maybe Grayson feels alive here, in the rink, not in an office sitting behind a director's or chairman's chair staring at paperwork.
And it would be a waste if he had to quit after that much struggle and sacrifice just because he underestimated a small injury that might have a big impact on his career.
That's why I want to help him before big problems arise.
I'm the only one who can do it because I'm currently his therapist, the first person who knows his body condition after himself and before anyone else.
Regardless of how Grayson acts and behaves, he is just a man who is fighting very hard to achieve his dreams.
Therefore, I, who also have a dream of being able to help others heal, also want to see him continue playing for as long as he can.