Physical Therapy

"Stop laughing."

He chuckled into the phone and I groaned, letting my head fall to rest on the steering wheel. Brendan managed to compose himself for a moment before dissolving into a fit of giggles again. "Hey Sam, c'mere-"

"Dude! What the hell?"

"Oh come on Reilly, it's funny." His voice was muffled as he told his fiance before I heard the phone change hands.

"Reilly, it's Sammy. Are you alright?"

I looked up at our house, the lights of our bedroom bright against the dark night sky. I could make out Shay's silhouette moving around and my head began to pound. I reached for the keys and turned the car off to sit in silence.

"Reills?"

"Sam, what did I do?"

She hesitated before answering me and I heard Brendan yell in the background. "Your brother has a point, it was just a dream. You shouldn't be freaking out bud."

There was a click and my brother came back in, "Yeah, I mean, it's not like she went out and did anything."

"Reilly, this happens to everyone. Even I've fantasized about some of Brendan's teammates. Doesn't mean I'm gonna act on them."

"You've what?" Now it was my turn to laugh as his voice rose a few octaves. Sam chuckled and continued.

"It's usually harmless. I'd say as long as you're sex life is alright you've got nothing to worry about. Is everything going well... in the boudoir?"

The long silence said enough and I dropped my eyes, picking at a string on my shorts. The line was dead for a solid minute before I heard Brendan hang up.

"Reilly, what's going on?"

"We haven't- since my surgery. Is that bad?"

"Not bad. I mean, your mom has been staying with you all right?" I could tell she was lying and I groaned, my eyes shooting back up to our bedroom window. "Have you fooled around, kissed her, touched her? Anything?"

"Well, not necessarily." She grew silent and I pushed to explain my self. "Sam, it's been really tense and the doctor said no strenuous activity."

"Yeah, okay." I smiled at her sarcasm, picturing her rolling her big eyes and shaking hair from her face.

"And like you said, my mom is staying with us."

"And you all share a room?"

"No but-"

"Since when is going down on your girlfriend 'strenuous activity', Reilly?"

"I've been doing PT and I've had appointments-"

"Twenty-four hours a day? You don't have time to hop in the shower with her, run your hands over her body? When is the last time you kissed her, like really, really kissed her?" I struggled to remember and she brought her point home. "Reilly, she had this dream because she probably misses that part of your relationship. Why don't you go home and talk to her?"

"Sam, I don't know."

"Yes you do. Go home pal, tell her you love her. Show her maybe?"

"You're right." I admitted, reaching for the door handle and sliding out of the Jeep. My feet his the driveway and I grunted, turning towards the front door. "Hey Sammy?"

"Yeah?"

"Who do you dream about?"

She laughed and I heard her shut a door, "Between you and me? Hank."

"Oh shit, really?"

"Yup. Every single time. Good luck pal."

Notes

I know Brendan got traded but let me live. I can't write about the Rangers without going off on a Kreider tangent.