The Coldest Knee Ice Pack Novels & Stories

"Here." "I don't need that." "Yes you do. Don't be stubborn." He placed the ice pack on my knee and the cold shocked through me, so intense it made my teeth clench. I hissed at the sensation and my hands fisted in the blanket beneath me. "Too cold?" he asked and there was concern in his voice. "No it's fine," I managed even though it felt like my knee was being burned with ice. He settled back next to me and his hand rested on my thigh just above where the ice pack was.

Collins. “I was afraid that might happen,” she admitted. “These things often get worse before they get better. You’re doing the right thing. 15 minutes max in the ice bath, then make sure you dry her off thoroughly. Get her back in bed with ice packs under her arms and behind her neck. Make sure you both stay as close as possible and I’ll be there soon.” I listened carefully as she rattled off instructions. Reegan came out and scooped Kat off the bed, unwilling to wait any longer to start cooling her down. “Thanks Doc!” I told her and started to close the link.

She took a seat and instantly felt the pain in her knees. At this time, her office door swung open, and Tia came in. “Hey, Areiza, I got you something to apply to your knees. Mr. Venzor asked Rosy to get it for you earlier,” Tia said and squatted down. “OK, thanks!” Darren’s consideration warmed Areiza’s heart and made her feel comfortable. Tia opened the package, applied the ointment on her inflamed knees, and rubbed it with her fingers. It felt cool and relaxing after applying the medicine. Tia handed her server ice packs and said, “If you still feel discomfort, you can put these on your knees!”

Ajax says, rushing up on my other side. “Fenian, prepare a bed for Amne. Jax, get ice. Lots of ice.” “Come on, Kano!” he says to my other son before they race off to get ice. As we run inside, I feel Kaylani’s hand on my shoulder. She begins pushing her healing into my body. Zephyr rushes up on the other side and begins pushing cool air over Amne, helping to cool her down. “Over here, Doc Everett,” Fenian calls to me. I rush Amne into the room he set up and see that he has the cooling gel pad already on the bed. It won’t help. She’s too hot for that, but at least it’s something.

He pulled it up to his chest, revealing a darkening bruise running along his left side—bluish, purplish, with a yellow tinge beginning to spread at the center. Sloane stepped closer. She didn't touch it. Just looked. From two steps away, brows drawn together, serious. "Not cracked. But deep. Could've hit the fascia. It'll stiffen by tomorrow," she muttered, more to herself than to him. Then she walked to the small freezer, bent down, and pulled out two ice packs. One in a rubber sleeve, the other just wrapped in a towel. She returned to him. "This—on your side," she said, holding out the rubber-covered pack.

He started shivering again. "Take the jacket off," I ordered. "You're getting hypothermia and you're ruining my sheets." He obeyed, shucking the heavy jacket and dropping it on the floor. He was wearing a t-shirt underneath that clung to him. I went to my mini-fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. I didn't have tea or anything fancy. I cracked the seal and handed it to him. "Drink." He took a gulp, his hand shaking. "Kade's in surgery," he whispered. "I saw his knee snap, Mia. It went the wrong way."

He crouched before her and rubbed her sore knee, asking, "It's a little swollen. Do you have ice at home?" When she didn't answer, he stood up and padded over to the freezer. When he found an ice pack, he returned to the living room and set the pack on her injured knee. The icy touch of the pack on her red, swollen knee made her leg twitch. Gregory quickly moved the ice pack away, then placed it back gently. "Be careful next time." He spoke softly, his voice like a feather that tickled and probed at her tightly shut heart. "I can do it myself."

he mocked. I gritted my teeth and sighed as I headed towards the fridge, I took a few ice packs and wrapped it in the clean white clothing at the bed stand. "Lie down," I ordered. He did not complain and simply followed. I pressed the ice packs on his lower chest that was swelling, he grimaced when it touches his skin. I could not even imagine how painful that must be, it was starting to turn blue-black. This looked far worse than his injury at his arm.

I reached out, my fingers trembling slightly as I gently took the melting ice pack right out of his hand. Brayden didn't pull away or snap at me to get lost. He just watched me silently even as I took his heavy, bruised hand in mine. I carefully wrapped the ice pack back around his split knuckles, pressing the cold fabric against his raw skin with the gentlest touch I could manage.

The kind of space that existed between places and didn't belong to anyone. He stopped and turned. His eyes moved to my cheek. Something crossed his face. Brief and controlled and gone before it fully formed, but I caught the edge of it. Something that wasn't neutral. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small cold pack, the kind athletic departments kept everywhere. He must have grabbed it from somewhere near the rink. He held it out. I took it. Pressed it against my cheek. The cold hit immediately and I exhaled without meaning to.