The Coldest Knee Ice Pack Novels & Stories

"We need to make sure this doesn't swell. Going to put some ointment on it and then ice. That sound okay?" I nodded, still sniffling. She pulled out a tube of ointment and squeezed some onto her fingers, then applied it gently to the red area. Her touch was careful. She'd done this before. Patched me up after falls and scrapes and all the various injuries that came with being a kid. "This might feel cold," she warned, then pressed an ice pack wrapped in a thin towel against my hip. I winced but the cold felt good after a second. It was numbing.

The icy steam found my thigh naked as soon as it lifted the package, the coldness as painful as a slap, and a frustrated hiss left my lips. Finally, the package escaped from my fingers and plunged into the ground into a cascade of frozen cubes slipping all the way. I closed my eyes and counted mentally to relieve my anger and suffocate the scream that threatened to submerge from my throat. That wasn't my lucky day. I rubbed one of my hands on my face to ward off my hair from the effort and I got goosebumps with the frigidity in my joints. All the time, Kendall remained lying on the freezer, clearly finding hilarious my attempts to be useful. When I stumbled upon a strong blow of the knee aga

He hands me the pill and I turn my head when I swallow so he won't see the effort it takes me to get the horse pill down. Ryland sits on the couch and moves my foot and pillow to rest on top of his legs. He places a large professional-looking ice pack over my ankle and foot. This isn't a cheap bag of ice wrapped in a white towel, the frozen bright green square is shaped in a half circle, perfect for wrapping around a leg or foot. "Where'd you get that from?" I point toward the ice as he repositions it to cover more of my foot, the cold biting into my skin as it seeps past the wrap.