Novel & Cerita The Coldest Knee Ice Pack

she softly spoke, with a bit of concern on her tone. “Insect bite? Frostbite?” Zane suggested to which Keira firmly shook her head. “I was wearing two scarves last night and I have my heater on. It also doesn’t hurt at all.” Keira softly murmured. Zane’s brows quirked. Not wanting to frighten his best friend any further, he just thought of something that would make sense to the lady who isn’t remembering anything about the strange creature. “Probably just a frostbite. Who knows? As long as it doesn’t hurt, I guess.” Zane commented.

Still fuming from what happened at the mall, Keegan ignored her gaze since she entered the car. Stella was already used to Keegan's unusual temperament by now. Without a care, she took out a box from her bag and placed it on the passenger seat. "Baldwin, this is for you. It's a brand recommended by a doctor friend of mine. He said this knee guard is specially for those like you who had their joint replaced. It can reduce the burden on the joints, and it can even be worn at any time. Please use it and see if it's a good fit for you."

His hand that consequently looked really bad. “You know you can’t do the legal fights or teach if your hands messed up.” She told him. “I needed it.” He said simply. She sighed and shook her head. He looked down at the ice pack she had and asked her where that had come from. She’d ordered a few of them after the wreck. She needed the ice so much she wanted something to put it in besides just a ziplock or something. “It’s mine, for my knee and shoulder.” She answered. He frowned up at her then.

’ Jess turned to look at me before biting her lip. ‘It’s just really cold, like freezing cold. Your whole body is just being stabbed with a thousand needles. It comes in short bursts you get a minute or so to recover before it starts again. I thought I was going to pass out from the pain, there’s nothing quiet like it,’ she looks back out at the garden as she speaks, her gaze unseeing as she recounts what its like. I paused before responding. I knew they used cold therapy to help engage the muscles, help stimulate them, but I never expected it to be like this. The dull ache was still present in my ribs but thankfully that seemed to be the extent of my pain.

I jerked an ice pad out of the rack, filling it with ice cubes from the fridge. Coming back to the bed, I take her face in my hand again, placing the cooling pad on her nose. I'll check for any sign of fracture later but for now, I just want to hold her like this. If I remember right, ten minutes of icing the affected area down should do. I wait the time out before running my fingers, gently, along the ridge of her nose, checking for any broken bones. There seems to be none so I go ahead to bring out the kiddies bandaid I've had since God knows when.

Finally he gave a curt nod, like even that cost him. I moved to the side of the bed, careful not to jostle the mattress. The new ice pack from the medical station was already prepped in a soft wrap. I lifted the old one—warm now, useless—and replaced it, fingers brushing the bare skin above his knee for the briefest second. Heat radiated off him, muscle tight and trembling under the lightest touch. He tensed harder, but didn’t pull away. “Swelling’s up a bit,” I murmured, adjusting the elevation pillow slightly. “Not terrible, but we need to stay ahead of it. Any numbness? Tingling down the calf?”

Ice cubes clinked against my teeth, numbing my tongue instantly. “Suck,” he growled. The command hit like a whip. My lips closed, and I had no choice but to let the cold burn its way into me. The shock tore a whimper from my throat. I tried to breathe through my nose, chest heaving, eyes wide on his. “Do you know,” he murmured, brushing his knuckles down my stomach, “that one cube of ice against the skin can stop a panic attack? Cold overrides fear. It makes your body remember survival.”

Zander cursed under his breath at what I could guess was a gnarly bruise forming on my face. Kieran stood up and quickly made his way over to the freezer at the back of the gym. He grabbed an ice pack and ran back to us. He carefully placed it along my forehead. Zander helped to lie me back down as Kieran continued to ice my head. I hissed at the contact, only for Zander to begin a slur of curse words.

He made it to her couch and collapsed onto it with another pained sound that made her feel like the worst person alive. She grabbed an ice pack from the freezer—one of the soft gel ones she kept for headaches and the occasional drunk cooking incident—wrapped it in a kitchen towel, and brought it over. “Here.” He took it. Stared at it for a second. Then looked up at her with a mix of pain and disbelief. “You want me to ice my balls.” “Unless you have a better idea.” He didn’t. He applied the ice pack with a wince that looked like it hurt almost as much as the kick had.

I ask, and a look of worry instantly crosses her face. “Are you sure its just the headache?” “Yes Mom, I just want to sleep and I have a feeling they would really help with that,” I say, and she seems satisfied with my answer. “Alright,” she says, proceeding to get me the painkillers and a glass of water. “Snow?” I call out to her. I’m met with nothing but silence. When rejection occurs, it hurts the wolf so bad that it may die. I hope that is not the case here. I love my wolf. I needed her to get through this. We needed each other.