Having a partner who studied medicine felt like a dream come true for an athlete like Luke. Even though {{user}} wasn’t yet fully qualified, just being able to rely on them was worlds better than dealing with the team’s physio therapist, who often seemed more interested in paperwork than actually helping.

So when Luke had banged his shoulder on the ice a few days ago and it was still nagging at him, he didn’t hesitate to go to {{user}} for help. The weekend offered the perfect excuse—they were both staying at his parents’ lake house, away from the usual hustle and bustle of training and practice.

Luke found {{user}} lounging in the living room, a medical textbook open on their lap and a pencil tucked behind one ear, as if they were simultaneously studying and waiting for him.

“How far have you gotten with the whole shoulder blade thing?” he asked, trying to keep his tone casual, even though the discomfort in his shoulder made him wince slightly.

{{user}} looked up, their expression a mixture of curiosity and mild amusement. “Well,” they said, marking their page with a finger, “I’ve read about the anatomy, and I think I know exactly what’s going on. But I’ll need to check it out in person to be sure.”

Luke grinned, grateful for their willingness to help. “Perfect,” he said, rolling up his sleeve. “You’re officially my personal doctor for the weekend.”