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Chapter 4 - Doctor

After the game I went back to the hospital, 
I messaged Kyle telling him to bring Neymar in
as soon a possible for an examination,
After rewatching the video on his injury I'm a bit concerned I think it may be a lateral ligament sprain,
But I also want to take an x-ray to make sure there is no fracture.
After an hour I was informed by Sophie my receptionist that they had arrived, I told her to take them to get the X-ray done and I'll meet them in my office when I'm done with the patient I'm currently treating.

"Good night boys sorry to have you waiting, I had to stitch up someone's finger back in place,"
I said walking to my desk grabbing the x-ray looking at it.

"How did the person finger get cut off?"
Kyle asked.

"It was a guy, he cheated on his girlfriend, she found out and she cut his finger off with a knife."
I said looking at them,
Neymar had an shocked discussed look on his face.

"Well Neymar I have some good news for you."
I said looking up at him,

"The X-ray showed that you have no fractured or broken bones."
"Which means that you have sustained a lateral ligament injury."
"Or in other words a sprain ankle."

"So am I out of the World Cup?"
He asked worried.

"I'll have to examine the ankle to determine that."
I said gesturing Neymar to have a seat on the bed.
I pulled my stool sitting down in front of Neymar placing his right foot on my lap,
I realize he flinch when I touched his foot.

"Does it hurt really bad?"
I asked looking at him.

"No, you're hands are really cold."
He said making me chuckle.

"Sorry about that."
I said smiling awkwardly.

"It's ok."
he said returning the smile.

"Please god don't let my foot be seriously injured"
"I have to play the team needs me."
Neymar said looking up at the ceiling.

"It's not your fault Neymar,"
"it's your opponents fault for tackling you so hard."
Kyle said to him.

"Ok I'm going to put some pressure on some areas on your ankle, tell me where it hurts."
"I said while examining his ankle."

"Right there,"
He said flinching as I pressed onto his lower ankle.

"Well I have some good news an bad news."
I said standing up walking to my medicine cabinet.

"The bad news is that you won't be playing the next match."
I said grabbing a syringe putting some medicine in it.

"And what's the good news?"
He asked peeping over my shoulder trying to see what I was doing.

"The good news is that, with proper treatment and rest you may be able to play the knock out stages."
I said walking over to him with the syringe in my hand.

"Thank goodness,"
Kyle said smiling while playfully punching Neymar on his shoulder making him smile,
But Neymar's smile instantly turned into a frown when he saw the syringe in my hand.

"What are you going to do with that?"
He asked with panic in his voice.

"It's for the pain, don't be a baby give me your arm."
"You have no choice it's not like you can run."
I said to him with a smile on my face.

"Can't you just give me a pill or something for the pain, I hate shot's."
He said looking at me scared.

"You are literally covered in tattoos and your scared off a shot?"
I asked laughing.

"Fine do it,"
He said closing his eyes.

"I'm going to count too 3 ok?"
1 , 2...."

"Ouch I thought you said 3?!"
he shouted looking at me frowning his eyebrows.

"Sorry, I'm not good at counting."
I said tilting my head to the side making him chuckle.

"Are we done here?
"I have to get Neymar back to the hotel before my next shift at the hospital starts."
Kyle asked.

"You have to work now?
After working at the stadium all day?"
Neymar asked Kyle in disbelief.

"Yes my boss over works me,"
Kyle said pointing to me smiling.

"You think you are overworked,?"
I asked Kyle.
What would you think about me?
"I haven't slept in 24 hrs."
"I had a night shift last night, came home got changed, went to the stadium, had a sunburn footballer telling me that I don't know what I'm talking about he is not going to get injured."
"Then after the game, I had to immediately come back to work here in the hospital because I have to treat that same footballer for an injury,"
"Which he said that is not going to happen."
"And in top off everything, I can't even go home,"
"I have to stay at the hotel with the players in case of a medical emergency."
"I am so tired my feet hurts,"
I said looking at Neymar and Kyle.

"Was your feet hurting when you were running from that guy in the hotel corridor a few nights ago?"
Neymar asked looking at me with smile on his face.

"What did you say?"
I asked looking at him confused.

"You heard me,"
He said folding his arms smiling.

"I'm done here you two can leave,"
I said taking a seat at my desk.

"See you tonight at the hotel doctor!"
Neymar said before leaving.

"Yes, I'll be there with more shots,"
I said turning his smile into a frown.