Working as a Rehab therapist for an Ice Hockey team sounded as though it'd be pretty glamorous. Life on tour, big bucks - or at least that's what the majority of Emily's friends thought. To be honest, it was pretty much the polar opposite of glamorous. It was busy, no chaotic would be a far more adequate way of describing her work life. Especially at the moment. A shake up was an understatement. Still, it went without saying that she loved her work - as random as it was sometimes. It was a million light-years away from where she'd seen herself as a student Physio, but she couldn't be happier that she'd made that jump. Who wants to work in a hospital anyway, right?

[I]"Brett? Brett!!"[/I]

Emily didn't work alone in the Physio department, her sidekick was the multitalented Brett. He was a Sports Therapist which in practice was some weird chiropractor - trainer feel the burn hybrid, but the pair had a pleasing dynamic. Well, when she could actually find him. With a small yawn she slumped down into her chair, and after an obligatory three sixty spin, she clicked her screen into life. Unfortunately, there were quite a few guy's on the injury roster. Everything from compression fractures to burst knee ligaments. Ice hockey was brutal, and it certainly wasn't pretty. 

"I'm here, I was just looking for these!" Came a disembodied voice from the treatment room, which was closely followed by the appearance of Brett. A tall, dark haired male with a rather smug looking grin and a knee brace balanced on each arm. That in itself caused an eyebrow to perk in his female counterpart. "Why have you go those?" A slight hint of panic was evident in her voice, "Please don't tell me that we have another knee injury. I'll literally cry." And with a dramatic shake of the head, she pulled her hood up and stuck her fingers in her ears - unwilling to accept anymore bad news.

A smirk crossed Brett's crooked features as he shook his head in amusement, "Fear not, I'm ditching these two, I've ordered some of the new model. These are heading for the trash." And with that said, he unceremoniously dumped them behind his shoulder with a satisfyingly loud clatter. Emily breathed a sigh of relief and released her fingers from her ears.

"I literally can't handle another knee injury."

"Tell me about it." Brett concluded as he took the seat opposite, "Everyone's on the up, let's just cling to that."

"Right, let's do that." The sarcasm was evident in the female's tone as she rolled her dark green eyes and scooped her light blonde hair up into a messy top knot. With her petite height and build, you wouldn't necessarily associate her with such a brutal sport on appearance, but of course that would be misleading. She had attitude, and had generally been accepted as one of the guys by the team. Not to mention her reputation of being pretty brutal with rehab regimes. 

"Who have we got today?" Brett asked casually as he started searching for something in his drawer. Em chewed her pen and stood up as she slipped off her black hoody and straightened out her team t-shirt, "Greg - hopefully his brace can come off today. Oh and I got some garbled message about a new guy. We'll play that by ear." And with a smirk, she added, "And anyone else that gets beaten up in practice."

"Just one more thing.." Brett piped up as he glanced up from his frantic searching, "They're hideous. You've surpassed yourself." The brunette pointed to Ems workout leggings, she was well known for her collection of rather garish workout apparel. "I love them." She purred amusingly, "Who doesn't love teeny tiny stars?" 

"They're making me feel hungover. You look pixelated." 

"Your hangover is making you feel hungover jackass, don't go blaming my outfit."

And with a dorky salute, Emily disappeared out the back to get ready for the onslaught. It certainly wasn't glamourous, but she wouldn't want it any other way.