My Love Journey's
Explanations

"Keep your filthy hands off me!" He gushed out one of our nurses, Henry, who tried to bandage his ankle with a bandage, to increase the pressure and reduce the swelling.

"Bianca," Dr. Grey, who first saw me, said hello.

Paul cursed Henry before hearing my name, then turned his head to turn to me who was standing in the doorway of the treatment room. He cleared his throat, "Bianka," His dark eyes glared at me. I don't know what to do. "Damn it!" He hissed and averted his eyes as Henry tried to bandage his ankle again. "I told you not to touch..."

"If you can't calm down, I'll call the security guard to drag you out of here" I said firmly, making the others gawk, including Dr. Grey who then nodded agreed with me.

I cheered happily in my heart when I saw Dr.'s gaze. Grey implied a 'thank you' that I caught a glimpse of. But it was only a few seconds, before he made a sound. "Bianka, you took over, Henry, you came with me to check on Mrs. Hansen's. He had excessive heart palpitations and chest pain" he said, gesturing Henry with a hand gesture to follow him.

"But, I..." Reality hit me and immediately meant protest.

"It's not a second-degree sprained," He stopped before me and raised his eyebrows high. "I don't have to stay here to make sure you wrap her ankles well. Meet me once you're done, we'll drive around to check up the night after."

"Dok, you don't understand..." If I had told him about my relationship with Paul, he would have changed his mind.

"I understand, believe me. Women are gossiping everywhere right now." He turned the puffed-up eyeball. "He's upset, I need you to calm him down. Be professional and do your job here."

Before I could protest again, Dr. Grey stepped right past me. Henry smiled stiffly and quietly muttered 'good fight' to me, before catching up with Dr. Grey's gone behind the door.

I took a desperate breath while controlling my thoughts, then looked at Paul and walked over to him. He was still wearing the pants and clothes he had worn during the match earlier.

I looked at her bruised ankle, knowing it wasn't too bad. I'm sure he can walk without crutches or anything like that.

"It's just a regular sprain, Mr. Klug." I focused on anything other than his eyes, trying to be professional.

He laughed at me. "You must be kidding me. It's just us here, you don't have to be polite."

"It's an ACE bandage," I grabbed a bandage. "To help reduce swelling in your ankles."

She was completely speechless this time, letting me wrap her bruised ankle slowly and carefully. I could feel him watching me, but I didn't dare look at him. Shit, my heart's beating fast!

Silence enveloped the room for a while until I finished wrapping the ACE bandage around her ankle. "Why did your leg get sprained?" I looked up, straightened my body and looked at him.

"One of the Colombian players tackled me. But my pain has paid off because he can't play again for this year's World Cup" he explained, a faint smile drawn at the corner of his lips.

"Oh. Then you should compress your ankles every day, it will help with the swelling, and if you can avoid the pressure there." I cleared my throat once, realizing he wouldn't be happy with what I said next. "You can go back to playing football after a week of resting your feet."

"A week? Please tell me you're just kidding." Paul sighed, clamping the base of his nose.

"I'm not kidding. A week isn't as long as you think, get enough rest and..."

"Love, you won't understand. If I have to rest for a week, it means I only play the last week of the World Cup. God knows we might not even reach the preliminary round..."

Then he fell silent when he realized I didn't understand football, and started to explain what the preliminary round was. I'm lucky Travis told me first. "Subak..."

"As some countries begin to be eliminated. I know." I nodded, and he raised a surprised eyebrow. "Germany is top of the group, right? We got the highest score?"

"Yes. Where did you suddenly know about football?" He chuckled, clearly confused. I just put my shoulders down. "My head is dizzy, Bianka" he said just as I was about to turn around.

"I will prepare medicine for it and for your feet." I said with a stiff smile, then walked out of his room feeling relieved. At least I can stay away from him for a few minutes.

"You okay?" stacey asked as soon as I stood in front of her. "You look different."

I nodded my head. "Yes, I'm fine." I ignored his questionable gaze. "I need paracetamol for Paul." Stacey nodded and took the medicine.

"Is he upset?" He asked as I leaned my arm on the counter.

I exhaled heavily, closing my eyes for a moment to clear my mind. I can't dispel all sorts of things that are spinning in my head right now. "Please prepare for me too, yes" I said adding. "And, yes, he's upset. I can't imagine what it's like to be him right now."

"Okay, babe." reply Stacey. "I saw the picture with Stefanie Giesinger. What the fuck?" He came back and handed me a bottle of water. I immediately took the medicine before answering it and grabbed the medicine and mineral water for Paul.

"I don't know either" I shook my head. "We'll talk later. Thank you, Stacey."

I gave her a smile to express my gratitude, which she then replied before I turned around and walked into the hospital hallway.

"Thank you, love."

I stood there, watching him, not knowing what to do or say. I really need an explanation about his relationship with the supermodel. I feel jealous and hurt because our relationship is just a friend, but there is another side in you that keeps trying to convince me that Paul can't do that to me even if we're just friends.

Really, I don't believe the media because maybe Paul hasn't had time to tell me about Stefanie Giesinger and I think he thinks I'm mad at him about the photo. But that's not the important point, he should understand that I can't help but think too much and that makes me feel tormented.

"I'll go now. Hopefully the medicine can ease your headache a little bit." I awkwardly said, trying to smile kindly as soon as he finished taking the medicine.

Paul's staring. "Can you accompany me for a moment?"

I shook my head fast, too fast. "I need to see Dr. Greys. We have a lot of patients to check on..."

"Please, just a few minutes. Tell him I'm going berserk and you have to prevent me from destroying the treatment room." he snored cheerfully and grinned widely, and a small, unexpected laugh came out of my mouth.

"Are you crazy? He won't believe."

Paul puts his shoulder out. "That's right. I'm too adorable to do that, right?"

I smiled amusedly. Suddenly feel comfortable and warm even if only talking to him for a while.

"Sit down, Bianka." muttered Paul as I did not reply. I watched him as he shifted his body and leaned against the head of the bed, giving me a place. I gave up, landed my butt in front of him and waited for him to say something.

"Why are you silencing me? I don't think I did anything wrong, hm?" Well, he seems really curious.

I took a breath and lowered my head. "Because of your picture with Stefanie Giesinger."

When a moment passed without her saying anything about it, and just remaining silent, I looked up to see her dangerous dark gaze. "I know we're just dating and nothing serious, but you can't treat me like this. If you have a relationship with another woman, at least you can appreciate me a little bit and tell me." I said, raising eyebrows showing that I wasn't playing games.

"Our relationship is serious, Bianka" she replied, mimicking my expression. "I'm friends with Stefanie. I told you not to trust the media. After all, it shouldn't matter because it's what you want, right?"

"I don't believe in the media, Paul. I was just thinking too far, especially since you said you were too tired to meet me even though you wanted to. And instead, you go have fun with him." I said, repeating the sentence that night. "And what do you mean say that's what I want?"

"People will think our relationship is over and now I'm dating Stefanie. Doesn't that mean we have privacy? Like I did with Carl and Valerie..."

I took a deep breath, trying not to respond too much to her words because I knew it would be bad in the end.

"In the photo we were seen coming out of the club, love." he continued, suddenly smiling widely. "Do you understand what I mean?"

"Well, no. You guys get in the car..."

"Yes, indeed. We got in the car, Alfred drove us to another club and we joined my friends. Do you think I have time for clubbing while we're busy competing in the World Cup?"

I groaned and cursed in my heart when I caught his point. Bianka Becker, you're such a fool!

"Then it's a photo..."

"Old photo, yes. About half a year ago. We weren't even in Berlin at the time, the photo was taken in Paris, love." she explained, and I was really embarrassed to accuse her. "Other times, if you see a picture of me with a woman, ask me first before you leave me."

I laughed while shaking my head. "Or you you can tell me first before I leave you."

"May also." He shook his shoulders, then grinned happily.

"By the way, I have to leave right now..." I stood up and tidied up my uniform for a moment. "Let your legs rest for a while."

He nodded obediently. "Okay."

I took a step back, suddenly feeling heavy leaving him. The urge to approach him is stronger than anything, but I really have to work now, or Dr. Grey will grumble me all out.

"Wait here, I'll have someone help you out the back door. Well, you know, the front door is definitely full of reporters and paparazzi. Call Alfred and tell him to pick you up there."

Paul is still looking at me. "Okay. Hm... Bianka, will you help me tonight?"