Doctor And Footballer (Ziyech x Oc)

chapter 2

Hana's pov:

I'm so excited to see him smile in front of me. His laugh makes me melt.
I may sound like a 10 years old girl simping on an anime character but honestly, I'm 26 years old, slaay.
He noticed that I was blushing a bit so he turned fully to me saying. "I'm sorry, actually thank you for trying helping me, even if I wanted to continue playing and I was probably going to tell them that I'm okay" "huh? Were you thinking of playing with your arm like this?" I asked. "Yes, where's the problem? I can handle the pain for a bit longer" he avowed naively as I started laughing at his reply. "*laughs* just try to move your arm, and you'll get what I'm talking about" he did try moving his arm as I said, then looked at me in disbelief. "How'd you know?" He asked wide-eyed. "I told you that I'm a generalist doctor. When I first saw your arm, it looked like it got out of it's place, then I analysed it quickly, noticing a blueishness on it, and I had dealed with a lot of footballers who got injured like that so it's easy to tell." I explained getting a shocked expression from each of the equipment members but, Hakim has a different look, it showed amazement.

When we arrived to our destination as I think, we entered the room, and there was all kinds of medical machines you can ever think of, just in one room! Yes it was this big. And I knew how to deal with every single machine of them.
They putted the _______ on the ground as Ziyech got up and laid on the bed, he was representing perfection in my eyes, in all his states, even in the most pitiful ones. I fell deep, very deep in love with this man and I can't handle it.
He gazed up at me to see me lost in my train of thoughts so he decided to break it saying, "What's your name anyways, I didn't get to know you yet"
"Oh yeah sorry, my name is Hana and I'm 26 years old, nice to meet you Ziyech" I replied while placing the materials on their places so I can note his tension and heartbeats. I took his hand and put the _twichiya_ on it, feeling it's warmth against my cold skin, "your hand is so cold" he announced. "Yea I know, it's always like that even at the summer" I replied sheepishly.  I gave him a towel to clean up from his sweat while I prepared the العدة. I started by clraning his few hits, then placed his told him to place his hand on the scanner which he did. We were waiting for the results to come out as we talked on pairs, me with Hakim.
"So, what makes you want to play football on the first place?" I asked curiously. "I can't explain that, it's just a feeling of happiness that creeps inside of my chest when I run behind the ball, I just enjoy it from my deep heart" he answered honestly, not even  a drop of regret on his shinning eyes. I watched him as he explained more about his favourite hobby excitedly, falling deep into his ocean of eyes that shine more than the sun itself.
He directed his gaze towards me, noticing I was staring at him -mouth opened a bit- but I couldn't turn my look to another place, as if it was magnetic. *Beep. Beep. Beep* the sound of the machine waking everyone from their deep thoughts. I went to receive the documents of his scanned arm. My heart felt a sudden relief I didn't know I was holding.
His arm wasn't broken, just a few bruises all over it that's all. I showed him and the equipment the papers, which he examined quickly then gazed at me happily. "Alhamdu lillah, it isn't broken huh! I'm thankful to God for that" he exclaimed thankfully.  "But why can't I move my arm then?" He continued. "It's because your shoulder is the one that got out of it's place, but no serious injury, I can deal with that easily" I replied confidently.
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Ok that's all! And mabrouk for us moroccans for fighting till the last minute of the semi finals. !! So proud of you.

February 23, 2023