Chapter 1117 Twisted Her Ankle
Rachel winced, her face going pale from the pain.
She tried to move her leg but felt a sharp sting in her ankle.
She gasped, leaning against the wall to stand up, her face still pale.
Walking was now a challenge for Rachel.
Just then, there was a knock on the master bedroom door.
Besides her, only Bobby was in the house.
Maybe it was her silence that prompted him. Bobby forcefully pushed open the bedroom door, striding to the bathroom and knocking urgently. "Rachel, you in there? What happened?"
He tried the doorknob but couldn't get in.
Rachel, still pale and in pain, said, "I'm fine."
Bobby asked, "What's wrong?"
He had heard her scream from outside.
"I twisted my ankle," Rachel said, leaning against the wall and wrapping herself in a bathrobe. "I'm fine."
She heard the door handle turn. "Don't come in. I'm not dressed."
Bobby stood outside. "Can you manage on your own?"
Rachel nodded. "Yes."
She took a deep breath and tried to step forward, but the pain in her ankle stopped her.
Rachel looked down at her right ankle. It didn't look different, but she couldn't put weight on it.
One hand was braced against the wall, while the other clutched her bathrobe. The robe was tied with a single belt around her waist, and the neckline was somewhat loose.
Bobby, still outside, asked again, "Put on your clothes. I'm coming in."
Rachel's eyes widened as she heard the door being forced open. Bobby walked in.
The bathroom was steamy, her eyes bright like stars.
Rachel's skin was flushed from the steam, and she was in a bathrobe, one hand clutching the collar, the other against the wall.
Bobby saw her injured ankle right away. He walked over and said, "Hang on," then picked her up and carried her to the bed.
Bobby knelt, gently holding her ankle.
Rachel gritted her teeth. "Be gentle."
Bobby's fingers were rough, while Rachel's skin was delicate. Besides the pain, her ankle felt ticklish.
Bobby held her foot, one hand stabilizing it, the other pressing on the joint. "This might hurt. Hang on."
Rachel nodded, sweat forming on her forehead as Bobby checked her ankle.
Rachel took sharp breaths, enduring the pain.
Bobby was gentle. He looked at her foot.
Her skin was smooth and pink, very cute. He got distracted until Rachel's soft, tearful voice brought him back. "Is it done? It really hurts."
Bobby let go, stood up, and placed her back on the bed. "It's not serious. Rest now. We'll get an X-ray tomorrow. Use a cold compress tonight."
Rachel sniffled, "Okay."
Bobby saw her red eyes and pressed his lips together. "Don't worry, just don't move that foot."
Rachel leaned against the bed. "I can't sleep."
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