An Examination

You carry Courtney to her car. While she usually has an aura about her that could make a lion back down in fear while you carry her in your arms she seems so vulnerable and fragile. Almost like a porcelain doll that if you drop her she's shatter into a million pieces. Maybe that's why you gripped her tighter than you needed to. You think to yourself as you take your eyes off her and focus on the path ahead before she has a chance to react in anger. You felt a strong urge to take care of her, and make her happy. Which was ridiculous in and of itself, she's a woman of her own making with power and influence so far reaching it'd leave you staggering just trying to comprehend it. It left you feeling inadequate honestly, just kicking yourself for your silly fantasies. How could you, an absolute nobody, even dare to think that you could make her happy, or to assume she wasn't happy for that matter. And protect her? What a joke! What did she need protection from?! Like her bevy of money couldn't buy a large army if she needed one! Honestly speaking the one she need protection from was you. After all she's in an impossible situation because somehow you have magic sperm or some bullshit like that. So to recap your own internal monologue you feel guilty about the situation you put her in, you want to be there for her, but you don't know how you can help aside from being her walking cum dispenser.

You decide to glance down at her in a moment of bravery as you're pretty sure she's been giving you a death glare since you scooped her up. You look down and to your surprise she isn't glaring daggers into your soul, but instead she's smiling?! What! You saw that for real right a slight smile so faint it feels like it could be a trick of the mind paired with a soft blush of a young and charming maiden dance across Courtney's visage like a portrait, picture perfect. Her gaze looks listlessly ahead as if lost in her own world.

*BaDump*

Di-Did your heart just skip a beat? Ah shit, you were afraid of this when you made your ill fated request to be her boyfriend upon your second meeting, but you're falling for her, hard. Several times now she shown you a side of her that you are positive 99% of the people in her life will never see, and your heart nearly jumps out of your chest whenever it happens. You take a deep breath, rushing things can only end badly for you here. If there is one thing that is clear about you seeing Courtney looking vulnerable is the inescapable reality that her very nature is to be guarded and to protect herself. If you want to be with her you need to know the real Courtney that hides within her ice queen persona. It'll be a rough road, and you'll have to painstakingly break through everyone of her barriers one by one, and hope that at the end of it all you can walk hand in hand with her as someone worthy of her love. For now let's just focus on getting to the car.

*Beep Beep*

Her car unlocks and you gently help her into the passenger seat. You were surprised that she would entrust you with the keys to her car, but you sure as hell weren't going to pass up a chance to drive a real Lamborghini. You were a total gear head, but you did have a list of all the luxury cars you'd buy if you won the lottery, and this bad boy was definitely on there. Her phone connects to the car and she punches in her address and tells you to follow it to her place. You however, immediately take her to the hospital. No way were you gonna let that ankle go unchecked. She's pissed of course as she's stubborn and doesn't want her ankle checked, but you stand your ground and make it clear that you won't go anywhere with her if she doesn't take care of herself. After an 2 hours she comes out wearing an ankle brace. Fortunately, it's just a sprain so a little ice and wearing the brace for a week or so and she should be right as rain.

"Ms. Stone, please don't forget to take these crutches. I know it's just a sprain, but at least for the first few days I'd recommend you use these to move around." The kind and patient woman who was examining Courtney's injury urged Courtney to take some crutches for her sprain.

"No thank you Doctor, I think this brace is bad enough." Courtney in typical fashion is resistant to solid advice and opts instead to stick to her prideful ways. You were with Courtney for most of her exam and if getting her to agree to go into the hospital was like pulling teeth than woo-boy, this was a whole other level. Note about Courtney, she does not, DOES NOT, like looking weak and will be belligerent even in the face of a medical professional if she can keep her strong woman persona going. This examination didn't need to be this long at all, and it was her bickering with anything the doctor wanted to do to treat her. At this point though you've had enough of this bickering, and for the second time tonight you've scooped Courtney into a princess carry.

"Wha-wha-wha-what are you doing! Put me down Lucas!"

"No, the doctor said you needed to walk on crutches or you would have a harder time recovering, and you want to refuse them. Well fine, thank you doc but we won't be needing them, I will be her crutches."

"Oh I see, I didn't realize you had such reliable equipment at hand Ms. Stone." The doctor was clearly tickled by the exchange, and you had to admit she handled Courtney Stone popping up at the ER with some rando with surprising professionalism, interacting with us like she would anyone else.

"Lucas! Put me down this instant! It's embarrassing."

"Well it'll be more embarrassing when I have to carry you into work like this tomorrow, won't it?"

"You wouldn't dare!"

"That's entirely up to you." You give her a warm smile that makes her think you aren't joking.

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"Ugh! Give me the god damn crutches."

""Good choice."" You and the doctor say in unison. Courtney just clicks her tongue at the two of you, hobbling away crutches position under each arm before turning back to you.

"I hope that was worth it, cause I'm throwing you into the shark pit when I get to my house!"

"Come on! You don't have a shark pit!" You snip back at her, to which she whips around with dexterity unbecoming a person on crutches to reply.

"Oh, don't I! Guess you'll find out."

Thankfully Courtney did not have a shark pit waiting for you at her place, but that didn't stop you from sweating about it all the way to Courtney's house.

Author's Notes: A little shorter of a chapter than I intended, but this seemed like an actual end of chapter stopping point as I wrote it. I'll try to get another out as soon as possible.

Also to those joining from my path in written ownership welcome! I was really happy to see you all show up for this one too. For the handful who have only read this story of mine thus far you can check out my path on written ownership here: https://chyoa.com/chapter/Derren-Smith%3A-Granted-a-gift-by-the-Goddess-of-Ownership.810241

Anyway, I will do my best to support both paths until the end. At the moment I intend to alternate writing chapters one for one between both stories, but I may make exceptions such as now where I feel like I wanted to write more but cut it short for a better end of chapter feel, so the next chapter is more likely than not going to be on this one again. I also may do it if I feel more inspired to write for a certain story over another that day.

I have yet another story idea rattling about in my head, but I'm going to have to wait on that. I don't think I have it in me to write three different stories simultaneously. I will say if I ever do write it I really want everyone reading my stories to participate in it and vote on the outcome. It will also be a futanari story so I know I'll alienate quite a few people with that one unfortunately.