The Coldest Knee Ice Pack Novels & Stories

She noted your old leg injury may flare up in extreme cold. My left knee twinged. It was a dull, phantom ache right where the silver blade had caught me four years ago. Every winter, that salve had been sitting in my pack. I had always assumed Ethan bought it from the pack chemist. I scrolled down. My thumb hit the plastic wheel. May 20th: Alpha to attend negotiations with Rock Pack. Miss Penelope provided high-energy snacks laced with calming herbs. She said long negotiations often trigger your migraines, and this would help.

His eyes were half closed, his forehead covered in sweat, and he suddenly became less responsive even as I applied pressure on the knee. “Noah? Noah! Are you okay? Noah!” My voice quivered as I held his shoulders with my trembling hands, shaking him. “Yeah… I'm still here.” He groaned, his voice low and shaky. “I'm fine.” Sighs. I was almost freaking out. I massaged his knee for sometime, then wrapped a bandage around it. ***** “You have to stay off the ice rink for at least two weeks to be completely healed.” I said once I was done treating him, and he gasped, eyes widened.

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.

I get to the corridor passage and finally reach the door of my room. I open the door and enter, shutting the door behind me. When I reach my bed, I sit down and place the ice packs on a glass bowl on my bedside drawer. I open my bag and bring out the medications. After taking the drugs with the water, I take one of the ice packs and press it gently on my left knee for some minutes. After that, I apply the ointment and place everything back on my bedside drawer before tucking my legs into the soft duvet of my bed.

“Wait. Please?” “Kieran, I’m freezing.” It wasn’t snowing anymore, but it was still minus something ridiculous and way too cold for me to be hanging out here in the middle of a night without a jumper. I had thermals on, sent to me from my parents, the kind I always wore under my clothes nowadays, and my Alpha wolf’s blood meant I was hardier than most, but I wasn’t big-headed enough to think I wouldn’t get hypothermia if I wasn’t careful. “Please, Ames.” He swallowed hard. “Don’t pretend that you don’t want this, too.”

Before leaving, I schedule an appointment for much later in the afternoon. With the injection and ice, my knee feels better, though I know it’s deceiving and the best medicine is to stay off of it. Jordan and I wearily make our way to my apartment and fall into bed. Jordan’s hair sliding across my face wakes me hours later. I stretch and take inventory of my injuries. The shot in my ass is still working and will give me twenty-four hours of relief. Hopefully with ibuprofen and physical therapy, this will keep me off the injured list. I turn on my side and look at the woman lying beside me.

He opened the first aid box and brought out an ice pack. “You can’t have your weight pressing down on that ankle” he said. I looked at my ankle and after a short moment, I stretched out my knees. He came close to my leg now. “Can I?” He asked as he held the ice pack and I nodded in agreement. I placed my ankle in a way that he could place the ice pack on it and immediately he did, I felt the sudden chill. He left the ice pack on my sprained ankle for a while and went ahead to bring out a bandage.