Elle Lee In Good Hands -

Elle closed her eyes. Rest. Splinting. Anti-inflammatories. A gradual return to function. She would never let a patient push through this. “I’d tell them to listen to their body,” she admitted quietly.

Six weeks. The word hung in the air like a prison sentence. “I can’t,” she whispered. “My patients need me. The clinic is short-staffed.” elle lee in good hands

Elle Lee had always been the one taking care of everyone else. As a senior physical therapist at a busy sports medicine clinic, her days were a blur of torn ligaments, strained muscles, and the quiet, determined faces of athletes fighting their way back to the field. She was good at her job—excellent, even. Her hands were steady, her patience boundless, and her empathy a quiet force that put even the most frustrated patients at ease. Elle closed her eyes

The next morning, there was a knock at her door. She opened it to find Marcus Kael holding a paper bag and a small pot of yellow chrysanthemums. Anti-inflammatories

Because for the first time in a very long time, Elle Lee was finally, completely, in good hands.