Maisie was used to being at the beck and call of the wrestlers. It was a given with being the medic but when she’d heard that Seth wanted her, well surprise coloured her for a few moments before she realised just why he might have asked for her. His knee. It was something all the medics were on the lookout for even if he’d passed all the checks. As she heads in the room an eyebrow raises at his tone but other then that she doesn’t really react. She knew what pain could do.
“Nice ta see you too” she quips lightly before walking closer and ducking down into a squat next to his knee. She doubted he’d appreciate her usual sass. Reaching forward she frames the knee slightly. “Hows it feel, minus the pain darlin’. How’s it feel other then that”. The best she could do at this moment was get his assessment and then go from there.
“Well, I’d certainly hope so, since I’m always such a fine person to look at,” he quips back automatically while watching her kneel before looking down and away when she asks the ultimate question. The worst thing was, Seth knew he’d have to be completely and brutally honest, or else he wouldn’t get the care that he needed.
“I get tinges of pain shooting up my leg every few moments,” he admits with a sigh, rubbing his thigh, “and my knee will, while I was walking, almost kind of collapse on me? So that, when I’m walking, I kind of jolt and like,” he pauses here, trying to think of the words that could adequately describe what would happen. “It would almost seem like I was going to collapse but I never would. And it only lasts a few seconds, but it’s enough for me to pause.”
He absolutely hated asking for Maisie, hated knowing he was willingly asking for her because of his knee, but he had done a pedigree and something didn’t feel right, something felt wrong. And the worst part of this was the fact that he could feel himself panicking, could feel his heart pounding in his chest as a pain went through his leg when he moved it slightly. He didn’t want to be out again, didn’t want to be gone for another near year, training to be better, not so damn soon.
“Took you long ‘nough,” he grunts when he finally sees the woman, smiling apologetically for taking his worries out on her through his tone and his grunt and his sour mood.
