The Coldest Knee Ice Pack Novels & Stories

The misery spread to her limbs until her whole body was suffering. “Not long,” he replied. “But seconds likely feel like hours to you right now.” There was compassion in his eyes, and it seemed that Nathan was in control again. He frowned and shouted for a servant to bring a cloth and a bucket of ice water. A moment later, a servant appeared. He had a cloth and a bucket of ice water. Nathan dipped the cloth in the water and wrung it out. Then he put three chunks of ice in the middle and folded it up to create a cold compress, which he pressed against Crystal’s forehead.

Hot meal, cold meal, or a bullet in the head? Emma tried aiming her feet toward the cabin in spite of herself. The numbing cold riddling her body started to evaporate, replaced by a warm tickle that could only be the first touch of frostbite. She imagined her thumb trying to pull back the hammer on the Ruger only to snap off. God fucking damn it!

It’s filled with ice, which the kitchen staff sends up to keep the water cool. I grab a jagged chunk of ice and the cold bites into my palm. “Kieran?” Alexei watches me, confused. I press the ice against the center of his chest and he hisses, his back arching off the mattress as the freezing water melts against his hot skin. “That’s fucking cold,” he gasps. “Good,” I say. “Feel it.” I drag the ice down his sternum, over his ribs, circling his left nipple. The contrast makes his skin pebble, his breath hitching in his throat.

I cradled my daughter's lifeless body, the pain embedded so deep that I could not even find the tears to cry. The doctor's words haunted me. "If only you'd been ten minutes earlier, maybe she could've been saved." Out of nowhere, my wife Sheila Chapman's call broke through, my hands shaking as I picked up. "Hey, Tristan, it's just you and the kiddo for dinner tonight. I can't make it back. Jeff's down with a nasty fever, hit thirty-nine degrees. It's pretty bad."

He got a hold of a piece of cloth that he wrapped around cubes of ice that he got from the mini-fridge in his room. He placed my foot on a leg rest and gently started pressing the ice on my injury. The coldness of the ice soothed the pain in an instant. I felt relieved that the pain was reducing. I felt so much better than before! Right then, my eyes landed on Jack, only to find him giving full attention and focus on my injury. I looked at him while the breeze from the ocean which was quite near the resort blew over, making his blonde hair and black shirt dance. Why was he doing this for me? I wondered if Sam and Jessica would have done the same for me if they found me injured.

With a prayer that I was doing this right, I smashed my thumbs against the bumpy part right in the middle. With a shriek that hurt my own ears and a quick sickly roll of my tummy, I could finally breathe through my nose. Searching through my pack of stuff, I saw a disposable ice pack. Breaking the interior thingamabob that made it cold, I shook it. Once it was freezing my fingers off, I placed it against my face. My eyes fluttered shut on a sigh as the cold washed over my inflamed tissues. That was heaven. I leaned forward just in case my nose wanted to start bleeding again. Having that shit slide down my throat was disgusting and not something else I wanted to deal with right now.

"Did you put anything on it?" he asked softly. "Yeah... just a hot pack," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. It was all I could afford at the time. Not that it helped much. Brent exhaled, shaking his head. "Heat’s not the best for bruises. Ice works better." He looked at me over again, relief flickering in his expression. "It looks better than before, though." I gave him a small, grateful nod, pressing the ice pack a little more firmly against my skin.

Seven-year-old Kate’s ordeal wasn’t over. For the rest of the afternoon, she endured the pain from her wrist and tried to make the swelling subside. Remembering what her ma did every time she had a bump or a sprain, she bought two freezies from the mom-and-pop store and iced her injury. She alternated between grimacing, crying and calmly sucking on the freezies (mung bean flavor), her pain forgotten if only for a short while.