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"If you're feeling a lot of gravel or sand, I suggest switching blades to really get in deep and fine tune that spot."
I no longer liked the handsome doctor.
He handed Kova another stainless-steel tool similar to the first one, only this one didn't have a concaved edge. It looked like a butter knife with no handle.
"She's going to feel it a little more intense now as you start up from the top and work your way down again."
For a novice, Kova's strokes felt precise and experienced. He was confident in his ability. I tried to focus on him and his assertive nature to block out the intensifying pain, but as I watched him maneuver lower to my heel, my brain went into overdrive.
"Oh my God, that hurts," I said through clenched teeth. He repeatedly scraped over the heel bone like he was spreading frozen butter on toast. It was the spot right where I'd had the most pain lately, and this pain felt like burning flesh just peeling off the bone. "It hurts," I choked out. Tears blurred my eyes and I grinded my jaw. I wanted to kick out with my other foot to get them away.
"You'll be sore tomorrow, but the following day you should see a noticeable difference, it will be well worth the pain. The first visit is always the most uncomfortable one." He turned toward Kova. "Go easy on her tomorrow."
"I make no promises," Kova said, chuckling.
"Always were a sadist," his friend joked.
"No pain, no gain. There is no satisfaction in easy."
"How do you two know each other?" I bit out, dying inside.
"College," Dr. Hart volunteered.
Kova focused on the back of my foot, scraping over where the tendon met the heel. He drew the instrument smoothly up the center of my calf, then back down and around my boney heel like he was sculpting clay and chiseling down stone. He repeated the motions, focusing at the heart of the Achilles tendon and injury. I tensed, flexing my foot, and Ethan tapped the back of my thigh.
"Loosen up. It's almost over."
"How much longer?" I was on the verge of crying. Kova didn't ease up either, he continued like I hadn't even spoke.
"Another few minutes then we should be good to go," Kova’s friend answered.
"Another few minutes!" I shrieked. "I don't know if I can withstand any more of this agonizing pain."
I wasn't sure I'd be able to walk after this.
"Toughen up. Do not be so dramatic, Adrianna," Kova ordered.
My hands balled into little fists. I was seriously contemplating back kicking his face and walking right out. I wasn't sure if there was anything worse than this sort of pain on the planet. Not even my kidney infection was this bad.
"You see that bright red line? How it lights right up?" the wonderful doctor asked my dickhead coach. He motioned up my calf muscle. "That's the Achilles tendon. You can see she has got some issues going on there. You'll want to focus right over the line and pull in a downward motion toward her heel to promote healing and circulation, like you just were, and then upward and out to scan again. Make sure you score around the bone, get deep in the cavities and around the foot. Don't be afraid to hurt her."
I knew I wasn't supposed to take Motrin now, but something, any kind of pain killer, would be imperative after this.
As Kova pulled down the center of my calf with the convex side of the blade, I wanted to cry out and beg for him to stop. It felt like he was under my skin scraping the actual tendon. I tried not to squirm on the table, but the rubbing hurt like hell and I wasn't sure I could withstand any more. It was pure agony.
"If she's having any kind of straining in her calf, then I'd suggest treatment into her foot."
"I believe she does," Kova said, up close and personal with my leg. I prayed to God they'd save that for another day.
"So let's work there as well."
Fuck. My. Life.
Chapter Fifty
A loud banging reverberated in my sleepy mind. Heavy eyes and immense fatigue prevented me from moving and the banging I thought I heard drifted away. I could hardly move and nestled further into my sofa.
After Kova and the evil doctor leisurely took their time working on my foot together, I was taped up and sent home to ice my leg. There was no way I could have practiced today. Dr. Hart had said the first few treatments would be the worst, and he was right.
