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ayumidahTraveling is a large part of Colby Black and Jonathon Moxley's careers. They promote and entice shareholders to push through strategies that they think up for the business they manage together. One of these meetings take them to London for a business conference. After a bit of site seeing, they return to the hotel and Jonathon sighs, collapsing into bed.
Jetlag and tension always leave them both cranky the first couple of days, but it's easy to forgive as they've been best friends for yearsa nd understand each other better than anyone else. They're discussing strategy by the hotel pool when Colby decides to jump in for a quick swim. Jon watches him with a lazy yawn when a strange look crosses his face after he tries to plant his feet on the side of the pool and push away. "What is it?"
"I think..." Colby settles uncomfortably in the water and looks down. "My knee feels weird. I landed kind of wrong when I tried to push away just now, I don't know..." He frowns and tries to take a step, immediately flinching. "It doesn't hurt, it just... I'm not sure how to explain it."
Jon blinks and slips into the water, walking over to him. "Can you walk?"
"It feels... really unsteady," Colby muses, a flash of relief covering his face when Jon grips him around the shoulders and guides him out of the pool, up the steps.
"Careful," he says, helping him to sit on the slick tiles before pulling himself up and out. Jon's only got the base skills when it comes to injuries, but he explores Jon's knee anyway, watching his face. "Does this hurt?"
"No, it really doesn't hurt at all, it just... it feels like it's flopping all over the place, like... there's no stability in my knee..."
Jon frowns. "Well, then, let's go get you looked at."
The London ER sets up an MRI for Colby and he sits and listens as the doctor explains afterwards that he had torn his ligaments and meniscus. He closes his eyes at the recommended diagnosis of surgery. "I would suggest returning to the States, getting a look over by your personal doctor and if he agrees with my diagnosis, then getting it done as soon as possible. Thankfully, you're young and healthy so it should be an easy enough procedure."
"Thank you, doctor," Colby says quietly before turning to Jon. "Guess you're going to have to handle the rest of the business meetings by yourself."
Jon waves this off flippantly. "Don't worry about it, brother. Get your knee fixed and I'll be just fine. Just take care of yourself, alright?" He grimaces. "Sorry I won't be there to help ya through the surgery, but I'll be on the first flight home as soon as the last business meeting wraps up."
Colby smiles at him. "Thanks, man. You're a good friend."
Jon smirks, winking at him. "I try."
The next morning, Colby is gingerly using his crutches to make it through the airport when a flood of people get in his way and won't move, all clogging the hallways even for those who are healthy. "Excuse me," he says. "Excuse me." He frowns down at his boarding pass, aware that the time is coming up all too close and if these guys don't move, well--
"The man said, excuse me," Jon's loud voice cuts into the mumbles of those around them as he catches up with Colby after parking the car. "Step aside or these crutches are going to have an added usage other than keeping him upright," he continues, pointing a thumb towards Colby who looks alternatively embarrassed and relieved as finally the group of people wake up and shuffle around so Colby and Jon can get through.
"Thanks," Colby sighs.
"Anytime, man." Jon squeezes his shoulder and they arrive at the gate just in time. "Hey, you take good care of this guy," he tells the flight attendant who had been waiting for them to guide Colby to his flight.
"I'll be fine," Colby laughs, propping one crutch against the wall and reaching out to hug Jon.
"You'd better be." Pulling back, Jon nudges his jaw with his knuckles. "Call me when your flight lands."
"Yes, Jon, I will." Colby rolls his eyes with a pleased gleam in his eye. "Thanks for taking care of me the last couple of days. I'll see you soon."
"Yep. Bye." Jon watches quietly as Colby disappears through his gate, the flight attendant helping him as much as he allows.
Sighing, Jon turns and leaves, allowing dreading the rest of this trip.
Jetlag and tension always leave them both cranky the first couple of days, but it's easy to forgive as they've been best friends for yearsa nd understand each other better than anyone else. They're discussing strategy by the hotel pool when Colby decides to jump in for a quick swim. Jon watches him with a lazy yawn when a strange look crosses his face after he tries to plant his feet on the side of the pool and push away. "What is it?"
"I think..." Colby settles uncomfortably in the water and looks down. "My knee feels weird. I landed kind of wrong when I tried to push away just now, I don't know..." He frowns and tries to take a step, immediately flinching. "It doesn't hurt, it just... I'm not sure how to explain it."
Jon blinks and slips into the water, walking over to him. "Can you walk?"
"It feels... really unsteady," Colby muses, a flash of relief covering his face when Jon grips him around the shoulders and guides him out of the pool, up the steps.
"Careful," he says, helping him to sit on the slick tiles before pulling himself up and out. Jon's only got the base skills when it comes to injuries, but he explores Jon's knee anyway, watching his face. "Does this hurt?"
"No, it really doesn't hurt at all, it just... it feels like it's flopping all over the place, like... there's no stability in my knee..."
Jon frowns. "Well, then, let's go get you looked at."
The London ER sets up an MRI for Colby and he sits and listens as the doctor explains afterwards that he had torn his ligaments and meniscus. He closes his eyes at the recommended diagnosis of surgery. "I would suggest returning to the States, getting a look over by your personal doctor and if he agrees with my diagnosis, then getting it done as soon as possible. Thankfully, you're young and healthy so it should be an easy enough procedure."
"Thank you, doctor," Colby says quietly before turning to Jon. "Guess you're going to have to handle the rest of the business meetings by yourself."
Jon waves this off flippantly. "Don't worry about it, brother. Get your knee fixed and I'll be just fine. Just take care of yourself, alright?" He grimaces. "Sorry I won't be there to help ya through the surgery, but I'll be on the first flight home as soon as the last business meeting wraps up."
Colby smiles at him. "Thanks, man. You're a good friend."
Jon smirks, winking at him. "I try."
The next morning, Colby is gingerly using his crutches to make it through the airport when a flood of people get in his way and won't move, all clogging the hallways even for those who are healthy. "Excuse me," he says. "Excuse me." He frowns down at his boarding pass, aware that the time is coming up all too close and if these guys don't move, well--
"The man said, excuse me," Jon's loud voice cuts into the mumbles of those around them as he catches up with Colby after parking the car. "Step aside or these crutches are going to have an added usage other than keeping him upright," he continues, pointing a thumb towards Colby who looks alternatively embarrassed and relieved as finally the group of people wake up and shuffle around so Colby and Jon can get through.
"Thanks," Colby sighs.
"Anytime, man." Jon squeezes his shoulder and they arrive at the gate just in time. "Hey, you take good care of this guy," he tells the flight attendant who had been waiting for them to guide Colby to his flight.
"I'll be fine," Colby laughs, propping one crutch against the wall and reaching out to hug Jon.
"You'd better be." Pulling back, Jon nudges his jaw with his knuckles. "Call me when your flight lands."
"Yes, Jon, I will." Colby rolls his eyes with a pleased gleam in his eye. "Thanks for taking care of me the last couple of days. I'll see you soon."
"Yep. Bye." Jon watches quietly as Colby disappears through his gate, the flight attendant helping him as much as he allows.
Sighing, Jon turns and leaves, allowing dreading the rest of this trip.
