Emily listened somewhat attentively, but it was sorta' hard for her to ignore the eleventy billion alarm bells that were currently going off in her mind. [I]Ligament damage, continued to play...weights.[/I] There were just so many things that she could pick apart in that statement, but instead she consoled herself with flaring out her nostrils. Sometimes you just had to accept that there were some really crappy medical teams in NHL. When Greg piped up, Meg physically jumped, she'd been so absorbed in her own thoughts that she'd forgotten all about winger. With a blink, she gathered her senses and let out a low whistle. 

"Weights? What did they think that weights would do?" But before Jared could reply, the blonde held up her hand, "Actually, don't answer that." With a small sigh, she patted the couch. "I might look at it before I read the report. They're usually crap nine times out of ten anyhow.." And that certainly wasn't a lie. In her relatively short time in the Hockey world, she'd read so many inaccurate reports that she never really trusted them anymore. 

"The fibula is a real ball-ache to break. Even more so to fix it. Did they give you a support cuff after the cast? Doubtful if they let you go and screw up your ligaments..."

Emily perked an eyebrow as she pulled open her draw and started to route around. Greg smirked and motioned to the Physio with a nod of the head, "This is why not many women work in hockey. They're way scarier than the male ones." With that, Em let out a light hearted chuckle as she shook her head, "Yeah, I'm real scary." That statement was closely followed by an eyebrow waggle. "So, you can either roll up your pant leg, or take them off. Makes no difference to me."

[I]"She says that to everyone."[/I]

"You'll also learn that Greg is the most predictable member of the team, but at least he amuses himself." And with a smirk, she twirled a cuff around her hand. "Let's see the damage."