“I usually don’t break anything when I do it, though” is definitely a Benny ask. 🙃
“How did you even do that?” You didn’t realize you’d been speaking aloud as you looked over the man’s x-ray.
“I’m an MMA fighter,” he spoke up, and you turned to look at him. He was smiling a little, despite his swollen cheek and black eye.
“I usually don’t break anything when I do it, though,” he added. You hummed, pulling your seat up in front of him and taking hold of his hand.
“How long do you think I’ll be out of commission?” He asked, and you could hear worry tinging his voice.
“About a month? The splint can some off after then, but after that it’s gonna be another two weeks without doing anything strenuous.” He swore under his breath and you let your eyes stray to his for a moment, offering him a sympathetic look.
“This didn’t even happen in the ring,” he sighed, “Guy was a sore loser, tried to take me on in the parking lot.” You shook your head.
“Dick move,” you said simply. He laughed, and you smiled a little as you returned to your work quietly.
“Month and a half,” he grumbled as you stepped away. “The hell am I supposed to do for a month and a half?”
“Keep your workouts exclusively the right side of your body. You’ll wind up with a real mean hook.”
“Oh, I’ve already got one of them.” You smiled.
“Try not to overdo it, Mr. Miller. We’ll see you in a few weeks.”
“Any chance I could see you before then?” You were surprised. It wasn’t that you’d never had a patient come on to you, but it was the first time you were considering it.
“For… Medical reasons?” You asked. He snorted.
“Or a drink.” You stepped farther back into the room, holding your hand out for his phone.
“I am pretty curious to see what your face looks like when it’s not all swollen.”
Benny laughed, “I don’t think you’ll be disappointed.”