You wanted to talk; she busted your leg

Dad had laid out a mat in the living room where she could have some space to help you stretch and slowly the two of you got to a comfortable prone position, on your back, with extra cushions and pillows to support you. It wasn't easy and you winced several times at the pain (she winced along with you and apologized as each movement seemed to increase the pain slightly) but you somehow managed to get down and slowly she went over the routine, from the beginning, as noted by the PT.

"Okay, let me know if this hurts, okay?" she whispered silently and you just focused on the ceiling, not bothering to look at the way her hair dangled slightly in front of you or the way her breasts were close to your face. You moved as she directed, taking a few moments to clear your breathing and as you progressed through the steps, you felt a good stretch.

"Listen..." you began but she just shook her head and continued to stretch you out, working your arms and your legs slowly. You didn't want to think about it but the more you were looking at her, the more frazzled she seemed to become. "Are you okay? You're a bit flushed..."

"I'm fine..." she retorted but as you looked at her, the sweat beads on her forehead and the way she was breathing a bit more laboriously, you thought she was lying. It was something you would know, having been near her for 6 years. Did your dad know this, though?

"IT's okay, really, we've stretched for about 45 minutes. I think I'll be okay if we stop here. PT's only supposed to be 30 minutes a day."

You reached out to touch her shoulder just as she began to stand up and the sudden movement on your part caused her to tip over and she landed. Right on your leg. The one in the cast.

"Tim!"

That was the last thing you heard.

****

"I swear, I thought I told you not to push him too hard!"

When you came to, the first thing you noticed was that you weren't lying on your bed at home, or even on the mat at home. That would only mean one thing and you rolled your eyes, hoping it wasn't true. The voice that was bringing down the wrath of God, though, told you enough. "Don't tell me..." you moaned.

A rustle and sudden hand on your head told you enough. Even with your eyes still closed, you recognized that touch anywhere. "This isn't your fault, Tim." She seemed to be alternating between checking your vitals and your body with remonstrating the other person in the room. "Unlike some people here..."

Louise just shook her head and after motioning your dad out of the room, she returned and sighed as she brought the blanket up and covered you. "The X-Rays came back when you were out. It's fractured. Again. The doctor's going to take off the air cast and replace it with a regular one. Bad news, it'll be on for another month. Good news, it won't break..or shouldn't, in this case." You wondered about that for a moment.

"Thanks...I guess..."

She sighed and sat next to you on the bed and brushed your hair gently. "Care to tell me why you have that, though?" she pointed at your cock, which was near full-mast. "I mean, you got hard after you heard your dad."

You gulped.

"Don't pretend to be asleep, Tim. I know how to wake you in five different ways. 4 of them without needles too."