The Coldest Knee Ice Pack Novels & Stories

She used an ice pack on his swollen flesh then she would compress it with an elastic bandage. He had already asked Butler Lee to bring an ice pack. … "Wayne!" Kaylar screamed in pain. "What's wrong?" Wayne lifted the ice pack from her ankle. "You've helped me a lot but I'd rather go to the hospital tomorrow" Kaylar was currently scared for her life. She slowly pulled her foot to the side away from the ice pack Wayne was holding. Wayne had placed the ice pack on her ankle longer than he should have. Her ankle was numb in pain, she was sure one of the blood vessels in her foot was blocked or damaged.

The pack landed on his desk, just in front of her. She took it and examined it like it was her first time dealing with ice packs. I simply sighed, wishing I could smack the pack on her already swollen face and cause more harm. "It would help as a cold compress, constrict your blood vessels, and decrease the bleeding...” He was basically ranting. "... and also the swelling. I know you're learned in the field.” He sighed. Dr. Kylie nodded, giving her baby look, thankfully, she looked like the ass of a wrinkled old witch. Not the cute two-timing, backstabbing, pretentious snake she thought she looked like. Served her right.

Then he touched my cheekbone and I actually whimpered because that hurt worse than everything else combined. “Shit.” He pulled his hand back. “Sorry, I just need to—hold on.” He went to the mini fridge in the corner and came back with an ice pack wrapped in a handkerchief and pressed it against my face so gently it made something in my chest crack. The cold helped. He knelt down so we were at the same height and held the ice there with one hand while his other hand rested on my knee and I watched his face and noticed his hands were shaking.

- I get in the building closing the door behind me. When I get inside my flat I throw my bag on the sofa and take my shoes off and I cry “fucking hell this hurts”, I walk to the freezer grabbing a bag is peas and I throw myself on the sofa and put the bag on top of my right knee, I don't even want to look at it at the moment...

Unconsciously, she grabbed the pillow beside her head, pulling it tight and squeezing her eyes shut as her free hand fisted tightly in the silk sheets. The pain and the freezing cold were overwhelming. It hurts too much, she thought miserably. Her eyes began to burn as tears welled beneath her closed lids. She kept her eyes squeezed shut, trembling slightly, until the initial sharp sting began to fade. Very slowly, the icy sensation started to soothe the deep ache in her knee. When the worst of the shock passed, she slowly opened her wet, teary eyes and looked down at him. He was already looking at her. The temperature in the room felt like it had dropped entirely. His amber eyes had darkene

“Do you want a rock?” “A rock,” Aiden repeated. “For…?” “For your leg,” Luna said, as if this were obvious. “When I hurt my knee, Rhea put a rock on it. It made it cold and better. We put it in the cold box. It was a rock doctor.” “An ice pack,” Lyra supplied faintly. “Rock doctor,” Luna insisted. Aiden swallowed a smile that threatened. “I think your mama’s already got rock doctors,” he said. “But thank you.”

His movements were a little clumsy, but filled with utmost seriousness. “The Bear Clan is much colder than Blood Moon Pack, with huge temperature swings,” he said, picking up a windproof jacket and continuing to fold it. “You need to bring proper cold-weather gear. I had heating insoles added to your boots. All the frostbite ointment is in the side mesh pocket.” I paused my document-checking and stared at his busy back. He was wearing a simple gray home T-shirt today. His broad shoulders stretched the fabric, revealing firm, powerful lines.

The rink felt smaller, just us and the sound of our skates. We eventually slowed down, both of us panting. My muscles ached badly, legs like jelly. Roland helped me off the ice, his strong arm around my waist as we sat on the bench. The cold wood felt nice against my sore butt. He looked at me, eyes soft in the morning light. “You’re getting better,” he said quietly, almost proud.

The puck missed the corner, slamming violently off the iron goalpost. It didn't just slide away, it ricocheted off the pole at a vicious angle, rocketing straight back across the ice and striking me squarely in my weakened, unprotected knee. A low groan tore from my throat as my leg buckled beneath me. I hit the ice hard, clutching my knee, the blinding, white-hot agony making the world go gray around the edges. "Vance!" The mock titles were gone. Her skates hissed violently as she threw herself down beside me, her helmet clattering across the ice as she ripped it off. Before I could push her away, her small, cool hands were all over my leg, expertly checking the joint with urgency.