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With his help, I'm able to get him back on the couch, and I look his knee over. I don't see any swelling or feel any ligaments out of place.
I let out a sigh of relief and look at him. "Everything seems to be okay, how does it feel? Any pain or throbbing?"
"No. It seems to feel okay."
"Alright, let's walk to the gym and see how it feels then."
We make it to the gym, and he seems to be walking on it okay. "How do you feel from the walk?"
"Good. No issues or immense pain."
"That's good. I'm going to have you do two different pieces of equipment today. We'll start with the bike for warm up, then I want you to walk on the treadmill today. I'm going to set it on the lowest setting, so I can evaluate your progress and then maybe take it up another click.”
He nods and walks over to the bike. I have him ride for thirty minutes. I watch as his knee bends, looking for anything that is out of place, but so far, the fall he took doesn't seem to have damaged him in any way. After I get him off the bike, I take him to the treadmill. He steps on it, and I set the settings at the lowest level and allow him to get feeling back in his legs from being on the bike.
I keep an eye on him, looking for any strain or pain, but he seems to be handling it well. I let him walk for fifteen minutes, then I up the incline by one, to give a little resistance, but not enough for him to tell the difference.
After fifteen more minutes I stop the treadmill, allowing him to get off and sit on the bench, so I can look at his knee.
There is no swelling or redness, and that is very promising.
"Will it be a problem if I lift some weights?" he asks.
"I think you should be okay, as long as it's not leg lifts."
"Could you spot me?"
"Me? Ummm, I guess so," I tell him.
He lays down on the bench, under the bar, and then begins to bench press. I stand behind/above him, really hoping he doesn't need me to save him from being crushed, since I don't think I could lift this weight, even if I wanted to.
Before I know it, he's at twenty, and he sets the bar back in place. I look down at his knee to ensure he didn't add any pressure to it, but it looks fine. I can't help but to notice the massive hard on he has under his shorts.
He sits up, grabbing his towel and water bottle, taking a drink, and wiping the sweat from his face.
"That felt good," he says, but my eyes are on his back and arms. His body is muscular, and the glean from the sweat that is currently covering his body, plus the image of his hard on has my mind conjuring all sorts of dirty thoughts.
I try to shake the dirty thoughts from my mind.What the hell is wrong with me?I think to myself.
He stands up, and my eyes automatically goes to his cock, but somehow, I am able to sound professional when I ask, "How does the knee and leg feel?"
"Good. I mean, I know I can't run sprints and routes, but I feel okay. Better than okay, actually."
"That's good," I say walking back to my bag and checking the time on my phone. "I have another appointment to get to. If there is no swelling, then there is no need to elevate or ice, however if you start noticing some swelling, then go ahead and do it, while taking some ibuprofen."
"Thanks. I will,” he says with that gorgeous smile.
I nod and walk out of the gym, toward the front door. My body feels warm, as my head is still swimming with images of the man, whom I should hate, but I'm finding it hard to remember why.God what is wrong with me?
I get in my car and head back to the office to meet my next client.
* * *
A month later
Will and I have spent everyday together, working on his therapy. I come over in the mornings before going to the office to take care of my other patients. I've incorporated more exercises for him, and he is improving and healing at a fast rate. Today, he has an appointment with Doctor Hellman to check on his progress.
I'm currently sitting in my car at his house waiting for him to show up. Hopeful that the doctor says his therapy is working, but nervous that I may have been pushing him too much too fast.
