The moment Zoe opened the front door, she could tell something was off.
"Hey Doc," Nate said, standing there in his usual tight grey hoodie and athletic shorts, but this time he looked a little pained.
"Nate, you alright? Come in," Zoe said, immediately stepping aside.
He limped slightly as he walked in. "Tweaked my wrist during practice. Coach says it's probably just a sprain."
"Oh no," Zoe said, ushering him straight into the living room. "Let me see. Sit down."
Nate sat on the couch and held out his arm. His skin was warm beneath her touch, his massive frame dwarfed the couch as he shifted, trying to get comfortable.
She gently examined his wrist, turning it from side to side. "Looks mild. I can bandage it up for you, but you should still get imaging to be sure."
"Yeah, I will,"
