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Rugby!Sevika x Physical Therapist! Mel

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Warning: Mentions of Injury, abuse, infidelity, and depression.

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Summary:

Sevika unfortunately tore her ACL during a game and after her surgery she needed physical therapy. The proud woman just wanted to get back into the game but that all changed when she saw her Pt- Dr.Medarda.

Chapter 1

Sevika was in her own personal hell. The bright colored bricks before her reflected the sunlight — in a heavenly demonic way. She drummed her fingers on her steering wheel as she debated even going into the building. Her grey eyes bore into the doors that opened and closed as it spat people out, before taking more in. Her eyebrows furrowed in disgust at the sight. She questioned how people could casually just walk into the place. There was a buzzing sensation that made her pause. It was coming from her pocket, vibrating harshly on her thigh.

Sevika glanced down before she pulled her hand away from the steering wheel to reach for her phone. She took notice of the orange notification to silence the timer she had set.

‘Go to appointment.’

Simple and to the point. She could just see herself typing it, knowing that she would listen to her own sternness. She sighed and shook her head softly, ruffling her growing buzz cut. She unlocked her car door and stood up as she got out. Uneven lips parted to breathe out another sigh before she set her braced leg down for a moment so she could grab her crutch out of the backseat.

Once she was settled, she shook her shoulders and slowly made her way inside. She was glad to see the doors were automatic. It took her some time to get used to using it when she didn’t have her prosthetic. Hopefully, she could ask about getting the lofstrand ones Viktor had to better support her. The large woman made her way to the desk, and she was immediately greeted by a light brown woman with honey sweet brown eyes.

“Hi! Welcome to Unity! Do you have an appointment with us?” She greeted kindly.

Sevika glanced at the woman's name badge, her eyes roaming over it quickly.

‘Elora.’

“Yeah. Sevika Kumar.” She grumbled out.

“Lets see! Kumar, Kumar, Kumar- Oh! Sevika Kumar. You were scheduled to work with Ms.Medarda.” Eloras chipper voice stated.

Sevika glared down at the woman, a rough sigh leaving her. She glanced at her watch as her finger tspped roughly on the desk.

“Yeah, do I fill this out?”

Sevika pointed at one of the clipboards that already had a blank sheet of paper that was filled with words and underlines for her to write on. Elora nodded happily and her hands clapped together as if she had been blessed.

“Yes! And when you’re finished you can turn it in to me. Then you’ll be called once Dr.Medarda is ready.”

Sevika nodded and grabbed the board as she walked over to the couch that was sat off to the side. She leaned back and crossed her leg over the other to sit the board on her lap. Whipping her glasses out from her fanny pack, her eyes quickly roamed over the pages yet, she moved at an opposite tempo as she flipped each. Once she was satisfied with all she had done,the pen scraped against the rough sheet to sign her name with a satisfying tap and scratch.

Allergies? None. Medications? A couple. Illnesses? Shit, she could list a few mental ones. Sevika smirked as she checked her yes and no on the paper. When she was sure she was finished, she quickly returned the sheet to the receptionist.

“Hey. I finished.” She placed the board down with a hard slap to the marbled countertop.

“Thank you Ms. Kumar! You’ll be called back soon!”

Soon needed to hurry up;so she could go home to that little fucker she had. She just knew the little bastard was probably curled on top of her fridge. Even climbing up her curtains shredding them up. She definitely got a thrill out of causing chaos around her home.

Her thoughts of the tiny three legged cat she had at home were stopped when she heard her name called. The moment she looked up, she was immediately blinded. The woman held a confidently tall and sleek frame. Her legs went on for days, trailing up to wide, muscular hips and thighs. Her upper body was strong and Sevika knew if she flexed, her muscles would be quite obvious. Almost like a sleeper build. If she had to guess, the woman definitely played volleyball or even ran track as a sport.

A long leg stretched out and her arms grabbed onto the handle of the chair to raise herself up to stand. Sevika carefully walked forward with her crutches and the woman smiled up at her. They were almost at eye level to one another. From a closer view she could see the long eyebrow hair that looped around at the bottom of each arch. As she lowered her gaze, she couldn’t stop herself from taking in her entire face. She admired the womans Dark skin, that just seemed to gleam in the bright lights of the room, almost reflecting them. She couldn’t help her gaze from following how her two-toned melanated lips parted into the most beautiful smile. Then there was the freckles that decorated her cheeks, moving with the muscles as they raised. Yet, none of that compared to her growing favorite feature on her — she had the prettiest eye bags she had to have seen. That's how unearthly beautiful this woman was.

“Ms. Kumar is it? I am Dr. Mel Medarda. Feel free to call me Mel. How’s your day been?” Mel chirped.

Sevikas eyes tightened into a glared before her nostrils flared out and she sighed, “Call me Sevika. None of that Ms.Kumar shit. My days been hell, having to be here.”

Mel blinked once before smiling though her eyebrow twitched a little. “I see, well I hope you have a change of opinion once we work with one another. Follow me.”

Sevika watched as the darker womans manicured hand waved to beckon her to fall in line. Grey eyes rolled slightly as she limped forward.

She was irritated. She really didn’t want to be here but she just took a breath.

In.

Out.