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Part 10
Naimi stood in her entryway for what felt like an eternity but it only really had been a few minutes. Hands slowly running up and down the sides of her face as her mind raced about Marian and Jamie. The silence in her home wrapped around her like a shell where she didn't think about anything else. Her whole world was focused on that shocking image she had burned into her memory of Marian and Jamie together so intimately.
Just as her mind seemed so focused and locked in, and suddenly it was shattered by the sound of her phone ringing, breaking her train of thought. Naimi jumped and let a sharp "Eeeep!" when it happened, nearly falling over when her feet left the ground.
The ring chirped again as she balanced herself and she moved to the kitchen. Reaching the handset, she could see the caller ID. It was Jamie. Her stomach sank when she knew who it was, she was not ready for this.
It rang and rang until voicemail picked it up. Naimi watched the red message light come on. She felt more nervous than she could ever remember. In her mind, what the Hell could she say if Jamie and Marian knew she saw them?
Her heart was racing and her mind totally confused by all this. The biggest problem would be how could she be cool about this? She couldn't stop going to the club, she had become a bit of a fixture, her body was responding and in better shape. Naimi was enjoying the social aspects of the club and her friendship with Jamie. Now, it was all spinning and if she was to go in on her normal pattern, she'd be on her way to the club soon.
"Fuck" she muttered.
Though she knew it would mean seeing them both, Naimi got her workout clothes and change bag ready. Going to the club meant she would have to face this situation somehow. Maybe they didn't see her, had no idea and all she had to do was keep it cool. That's exactly what she convinced herself, just be cool it would work.
Otherwise, she'd be stuck in her state of panic and nothing would ever work again.
Leaving the safety of her home she drove to the club and did her best to just go into her normal routine. As she pulled in, the valet took her car and she stepped in, removing her sunglasses as she entered. The valet mentioned that he hadn't seen Jamie yet, it was well known at the club that those two were fast friends.
Moving to the locker room, Naimi was quick to change and get out to the exercise machines. The nerves had her wired, she felt like she was walking on her toes as she made her way to the elliptical runners she and Jamie always got sweaty on. The driving thought of just being cool and acting normal was what kept her brave enough to keep going. Turning on her music and putting on headphones, she felt safe as she started moving on the program that she worked out to. The thumping beat, the movement and the energy gave Naimi the focus to finally forget what she saw earlier. For the first time, it was a normal day.
However, she did start looking around to see if Jamie or Marian were in the club. No sign of either of them and the club was usually somewhat quiet at this part of the morning.
This repeated for over 30 minutes, until finally Naimi stopped looking around for anyone coming in. Growing comfortable with her workout and not letting her mind obsess about Jamie and Marian. Her nerves settled to the point it was now nearly a normal morning, maybe playing it cool would totally work.
At the end of her workout, she paused and caught her breath. Wiping her face with a fresh towel before dismounting the machine, Naimi was feeling that normal `worked' feeling she had grown to expect. As she stepped from the machine, the last thing her now peaceful mind expected happened: Jamie.
As per normal, Jamie loved to surprise Naimi and had snuck up and as Naimi turned to get down, Jamie jumped and with her fingers just gently touching Naimi's thigh, she yelled `Gotcha!'.
Naimi let out a loud scream of surprise. She also jumped and lost her footing, causing her to fall from the machine a few feet above the carpeted floor. With a crash, she crumpled to the floor and Jamie's smile of surprise turned to shock and horror that her friend had fallen and been hurt.
"Oh my God!" Jamie shouted in surprise.
Naimi landed on her left foot and twisted her ankle and strained her knee at the same time. It caused her to fall down and her hands instinctively grabbed at her shin and ankle as she winced in pain without making a sound. She bit on her lower lip, nearly drawing blood from the spike of pain.
"I'm so sorry Naimi! Oh God, I'm so sorry, please, are you OK?" Jamie shouted as her friend curled up her injured leg. Instantly, other club members went to get the staff for help. Jamie was down on the floor and held her friend close and stroked her hair. "Oh Jesus Naimi, I'm so sorry, I just wanted to surprise you!"
Naimi felt a tear leave her eye as the pain throbbed in her leg. It was bad but she had no idea how bad. The worst was that she worried there would be a break but hoped it wasn't that bad. The thoughts swirled in her head and she looked at the concern in Jamie's face as she lay on the ground. In an instant, two club staffers were there and they reassured both Naimi and Jamie that help was coming and that they needed to make sure she was ok.
One of the staffers was trained in medical evaluations and started asking Naimi basic questions about herself and what she was doing to measure her state of shock. The questions proved Naimi was shaken but not fully traumatized.
"Lets get her to the massage center" the staffer said. "We can help relax you and see how serious it is and determine if you need to go to the hospital, OK?" Even though it was a question, it was happening without her doing anything but nodding her head yes. Jamie stood back and watched her friend Naimi get gently lifted onto a wheeled chair that had been produced, her leg gently placed in a stirrup to keep it mostly straight and elevated.
Jamie's heart was broken, she had always been so playful but now that had hurt someone she was friends with and she broke down and cried as Naimi was taken off. Naimi looked back at her friend, eyes filled with tears and she smiled, trying to reassure her it was ok.
The two staffers took Naimi to the massage center which really was a misnomer. Yes, you could get spa treatment, massages and a number of indulgent therapies. The well-to-do had long enjoyed it but the reality was that it was more. They had physical therapy available from sports doctors because active people and aging people had to be well taken care of. With the money that was flowing through this club, it was a good place to get new members and keep others.
They took Naimi to one of the private consultation rooms and a physical therapist and nurse were waiting. These rooms were less `comforting' than the massage style rooms, but they made up for it with the near clinical professionalism they contained. It was nearly a doctors office right in the club and Naimi had no idea until she came in.
With a professional look a man in his late 40's, with a neatly trimmed goatee and close cut hair smiled and welcomed Naimi while the nurse and the staffers moved her into the room and began another small battery of questions to check her condition.
She was alert, she was totally lucid, a little tired from a good workout and her leg throbbed in pain. That much was clear, she tried to joke as they looked at her that she felt like since losing a few pounds it was nice to be `oogled' by a few men. That caused a few laughs but these people were serious and Naimi was in good hands.
The doctor talked with a soothing tone, he was able to ask questions without alarming her along the way. He asked her permission to touch her leg and rolled up her tights to inspect the ankle and knee for a better look. Removing her shoe caused some pain but once he had a good look he put his hands on her and touched and pushed and moved her foot and knee in various ways asking over and over `does this cause discomfort?' Sometimes it did and other times it didn't. Naimi tried not to but a gasp did hit her when he moved her foot one particular way.
With a knowing smile he told Naimi she just had a mild sprain, from his examination, she needed some anti-inflamitory medication, ice and rest for a few days. He nodded to the nurse and she gathered some paperwork for Naimi with a schedule that would help her rehab and be back to 100% in no time.
Naimi breathed a sigh of relief, no break, just a few days, this wouldn't be too bad. However, Jamie would be a basket case and probably at her side every minute, at least now they had something else to focus on and Naimi just had to keep playing it cool.
The nurse handed Naimi a few pills and a cup of water to help keep swelling down and to relax muscles. A therapist entered the room and wrapped her bare foot and ankle for support as a precaution and they insisted she have crutches to help walk around for the coming days. Naimi tried to refuse but they insisted and said she couldn't drive with her foot this way. The nurse knew Jamie was waiting outside and said: "I have a feeling someone is going to chauffer you anywhere you wish."
Naimi nodded and said "She will too, I'm very lucky".
The nurse gave Naimi all her paperwork and reminded Naimi that the club had excellent staff and that she could always go to the hospital if she wanted but that the doctor she saw was part of the national Olympic teams medical training staff and among the best in his field, she was really in good hands. Naimi had no doubt that this was true and felt like she was well taken care of. The nurse said the bonus was that they also had one of the best physical therapists on staff too and that she could meet her if she liked in a moment.
Naimi nodded and smiled softly, at this point she was ready to get home, get changed and just be quiet on her couch at home.
The nurse said she'd get the therapist and get Naimi on her way. The door closed and Naimi was alone for a few moments, thinking about how her leg felt, the medicine and muscle relaxation felt like it was working, it didn't hurt as much and the cold compress on her ankle and knee numbed the sensations.
When the door opened, she completely forgot her pain as she fixed her eyes with Marian who was standing there with a sly smile and the nurse behind her.
"M-Marian!" Naimi said with surprise.
"Oh, you've met before, how splendid" the nurse said.
"I'm so sorry to see you this way Naimi, I do hope that you're feeling better?" Marian said with cool grace.
Stammering for an answer, Naimi felt flush and forgot about that whole `play it cool' idea.
Marian turned to the nurse "I have had a chance to work with Miss Naimi before, and look forward to helping her make a speedy recovery. I have a feeling she likes to pay close attention to things when she can get a chance to see for herself."
Naimi shuddered at the words. For sure she had been seen by Marian that morning! Marian knew, she must have because she said what she said. Naimi felt her stomach twist in nerves.
Marian walked around Naimi to the back of the wheelchair she was in and pushed her out the door.
Looking at the nurse as she pushed, Marian added: "I hope she doesn't mind if I come to her house some morning to give her some physical therapy, the one-on-one sessions can be some of the best for sure."
Naimi gulped, she felt like a toy being batted about by a Cheshire cat.