James held to his friend s shoulders as they limped him into the ER. The football game had been rough, and James had managed to hurt his leg while trying to run from the bigger player chasing him.
"What's wrong?" A nurse asked, inspecting the three with her eyes.
"I hurt my leg during the game." James informed, trying not to put pressure on his injured leg.
"Come right this way." she said, leading them into an exam room.
James friends lead him in, then sat him on the exam table. The room was crowded, the three boys in their bulky gear. The nurse ushered the two others out.
"Dr. Mitchell will be in shortly." she assured, then closed the door behind her.
James sighed, tugging his jersey over his head, setting it on the table next to him. His shoulderpads came off next with a little difficulty, and then they were sat on the floor. He laid back, wifebeater sticking to his sweaty skin uncomfortably.
"Hello?" Dr. Mitchell walked in the room, chart in hand.
James head snapped up, eyes meeting the doctor s, heart fluttering upon seeing him. Kind chocolate eyes, complimented by fair skin and full lips.
"Um, hi."
"You're James, right?" he smiled, pearly whites showing themselves off.
James nodded dumbly, drinking up his appearance, thinking of biting purple marks into the creamy neck and jaw of his doctor.
"So, you re here because you hurt your leg?" Dr. Mitchell asked, eying the chart.
"Yes, Doctor." he nodded.
"Please, call me Logan." he smiled again, walking around to James leg, setting a gentle hand on his knee.
James winced, making a small noise at the pain it caused. Logan muttered a word of apology, and sat the chart in James lap, both hands ghosting along his leg. He watched the soft hands work, biting his lip, finding himself overcome with lust and dull pain.
"I-It hurts up higher, too... Logan."