The Coldest Knee Ice Pack Novels & Stories

Trying to put ice on his ass, and take painkillers, he went to prepare his lunch, having difficulty sitting down. Looking at himself in the mirror, he gasped, his hole was stretched, three fingers fit, he waited with Kurayami ball marks on his ass, and fingers on his hips, he touched, and it hurt, he really felt ashamed, the noise that he did. It took two days for her hole, sitting on top of ice packs, lower back pain, the feeling of emptiness, to get back to normal size, ice, and pain meds, plus it looked swollen, but after three days of ice and lying down lying face down, he was back to normal, no complications.

He loved it and used it even when he didn’t need it. “You can if you would like to, no longer than ten minutes on. Ice is the most effective during the first forty-eight hours after an injury to reduce or prevent swelling. After that, heat is recommended to promote blood flow to the area.” I recited, knowing he was going to do it anyway. When I worked for him, he took an ice bath every morning and after conditioning or exceptionally strenuous practices. I bent over, grabbed a bottle of water from the mini-fridge under the counter, placed it on top, and turned to leave. “You know the drill. Drink the full bottle, and stay hydrated. Get lots of rest and take it easy on your back.”

Eugene, completely losing it, protested in frustration, "Uncle Louis, whose side are you even on?!" Louis couldn’t be bothered. After rinsing out two bottles of saline, he stretched out his hand. "Ice packs." The nurse quickly handed him two. He shoved them into his nephew’s hands, face still blank. "This cold compress will help with the burning." Adora wiped the sneer off her face and asked, "How much is the treatment? I’ll pay."

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

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.

JULIAN The ambient temperature of the university ice rink was kept at a strict forty-two degrees, but as I stepped out of the tunnel at five in the morning, it wasn’t cold enough. I needed it colder. I needed the chill to sink through my thermal base layer, pierce my muscle tissue, and freeze the marrow in my bones. I needed it to extinguish the heat of Kael Sterling’s wet, gear-clad body pressing me into the shower tiles.

I winced at the sight of the bruising around my ankle joint. "Uhm, I think I can do that, Nabrel. You don't have to–" "Just let me," he cut me off firmly. I pursed my lips because he really looked determined to do it himself. "You should apply an ice pack to your ankle for 15 to 20 minutes every two to three hours in two executive days. You should not walk around, Talianna. Do not be so stubborn," he said in a firm tone. He was gently applying the ice pack on my ankle. His eyes were focused on it as his brows knitted together.

" Now, let's look at that shoulder and make sure it's not at bad as your knee and then hopefully we can get you home to rest and get that knee proppped up." Even though I know her words were ment to be reassurring, I couldn't help but tremble slightly. The last place I wanted to be was at home any where close to him. Luckily my shoulder was just a little beaten up and only had a medium size greenish bruise and would be tender moving it from awhile. Nonetheless, Ms. Winter had said to keep putting ice on it and my knee to help with the pain and swelling.

After locking the door with the mini remote in his right hand, he entered a nearby minimarket and bought ten cold bottle water along with two bags of ice cubes. After that, he was back in the car and gave those bags of ice cubes to Margie. "Let me help you," He uttered as he began to stick the bags of ice cubes to her neck and back. "Ouch." She complained as she felt the coldness of the plastic bag touch her skin. Yet, it didn't reduce the heat on her body. The existence of the ice cubes themselves made the heat exist even worse.

I don’t look back. I find the medicine cabinet in the side corridor without any trouble—I organized it myself two winters ago when the pack healer couldn’t locate half his own supplies. Arnica for the bruising. Clean linen for the wrapping. A small glass bottle of numbing oil that I press against my ankle with both hands while sitting on the floor of the cold storage room with my back against the wall and the door mostly closed. The stone is freezing through the thin fabric of my clothes. I don’t move for a while.