GENRE: Romance & Comedy? 

CLAIMED BY: JEONGGUKCAFEX

TITLE: Accidental

BIO: After a horrible car accident, YN struggles through years of physical therapy to regain her mobility. Her PT (physical therapist) is a young man/woman (whoever your fanfiction is about) she assumes is Gay/Lesbian (the oposite of YN's sexual identity) , which is upsetting because YN falls in love with him/her. one day YN realizes they were wrong.

STORY CLIP: (lets say YN thought he was gay for this short bit of a story...)

He looks gay...

You thought to yourself. That wouldnt stop you from thinking he was Hot. his hair was comed back perfectly making him look like a model, and you could see the chisel of his biceps through his loose see-through white button up.

"So, YN, what day would you like to set your appointments for? you'd have to come back each week on the same day for this physical therapy to work." He looked at you with remorse. One of your legs were filled with fluid, causeing it to swell and making you unable to walk. you have been using crutches for about a week now.

"how about each thursday?" you ask, blushing.

"we dont have any people working on thursdays and fridays actually. how about a wednesday?"

you frowned. "I have college classes every other day of the week. on second thought, maybe i'll just find a different place that can help me." You took your wheelchair and rolled it arround towards the door.

"wait!" he yelled.

you turn your head to look at him. then he continued,

"I can come in thursday and help you."

he almost looked desparate with the expression.

"you can help me?"

"technically, yes. I usually just work the counter helping people with setting appointments, but I am certified to help with injuries. ill just talk to my boss and she should let me come in thursday and help you."

you rolled your chair back to face him. 

"you dont have to I-" you started to say but then he interupted.

"Its okay I want to help you." he interupted. his eyes stared into your soul. they were so beautifull. "heres my card." he handed you a small white card with two crutches illustrated in the corner.  the work phone number was listed underneath. "call me soon. Ill update you with news on thursday." he smiled and walked into the back room. 

you sat there examining at the card. you flipped the little paper over, and written in blue ink was another phone number. 

this must be his personal number.

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