Flexible Ice Pack For Shoulder Novels & Stories

That worried me as Tippa lay here sweating profusely from her head to her toes. I returned to the kitchen and got some ice from the freezer for an ice pack pouch in my medical kit. I pushed her black hair away from her face. Then, I placed the cold compress on her forehead, eyes, and behind her neck. For the first time, it seemed like forever since I had paid attention to her face. She was so beautiful, but her face looked thin.

“Can you bend them?” Trying to close my fingers in a fist, I failed. “They’re kind of numb and achy.” He nodded. “Yeah. I don’t think you broke anything, but you need to get some ice on them.” He put his hand underneath mine and rested the ice on top of my knuckles. The cold stung at first, and soon it seeped down through the skin to the bone and instantly began easing the pain. My shoulders slumped with relief I didn’t know I needed. “Thank you.”

While we waited for Lucy, Ryker busied himself with tending to my injury. His movements were steady but firm, and the cold touch of the frozen peas he pressed against my swollen ankle sent sharp chills through my skin. He replaced the makeshift ice pack every few minutes with clockwork precision, ensuring the cold remained consistent. The numbing sensation it brought was a fleeting comfort, masking the sharp ache that pulsed with each heartbeat—or maybe my body was simply resigning itself to the pain.

Elara’s Pov (Limited third) Elara watched the healer pack his supplies with a quiet kind of relief that made her shoulders drop for the first time in five days. Thorne sat on the edge of the infirmary bed, shirt half open, scowling at the bandage wrapped around his shoulder. He could move his arm now, but not without a visible wince when he tried to lift it higher than his chest. The irritation on his face was familiar. Thorne had always been the one who moved through the world like nothing could slow him down so being stuck like this clearly offended him on a personal level.

"I'll put some ointment on your back first and wrap it up before I do the same to your shoulders." She nodded in agreement and watched as Helga dipped her fingers into a jar of a strange light green paste. She gently rubbed the cool substance over the wounds on Karen's back. Even though it wasn't particularly painful, she had a feeling that her shoulder was going to have a different opinion. The pain was intense, and she could only hope that Vicodin or over-the-counter painkillers would be enough to ease it.

she asked suddenly, glancing up at me. I stiffened. “It’s fine.” “Jaxon.” “I’m managing it.” “That’s not what I asked.” I sighed. “A couple days ago. I did some stretches.” She shook her head, setting the ice pack aside. “Lie down on your back.” “What?” “Just do it. I found this massage technique online that’s supposed to help with shoulder mobility. I want to try it out on you.” I raised an eyebrow but did as she said, stretching out on the couch. Hazel climbed on top of me, resting her body against my groin, and my brain went into overdrive.

She was still sticking to the subject. "Jen and I have used Ben-Gay, and other ointments on sore muscles before. When I first started doing the heavy delt workouts and could barely move my arms, remember? She massaged my shoulders before and after workouts for two weeks with ointments - that didn't seem to bother you."

“Hold still. I don’t have time for your games.” “Good thing I’ve got all night,” he said, voice low and husky, like a dare. I pulled out an ice pack, focusing on the task, not the way his body moved when he leaned back, not the ripple of muscle across his chest. “Shoulder,” I ordered. He smirked but lifted his arm, giving me access. The second I pressed the pack against his skin, his hand shot up, covering mine. His palm was hot, steady, holding me there like he had every right.

I warned him, and I pressed the wrapped ice packs against his bruised skin. Michael hissed from the freezing temperature, but he relaxed his stiff shoulders after a few seconds. I held the ice in place with my hands, and I leaned my chest against his warm back to offer him some physical comfort. He let out a long breath, and the tension started to leave his muscles.

She had a pinky sized indent in her neck, and it hurt like a bitch. Reaching into the small pack on her shoulder, Kenzie pulled out some numbing cream. It wouldn't heal her, but it would instantly get rid of the pain. Taking some, she applied it to her neck and both her shoulders. Lycan technology never ceased to amaze her.