Jessica then and now Chapter 6

 Jessica then and now

Chapter 6
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His words echoed in my head.... by breaking your sexy long leg once again in the present.

"I'm willing to do whatever it takes, well almost"

"We'll start with creating a safe moment when we break your leg again, and then once I'm gone back in time you'll proceed to mimic the progression of your recovery, from the initial bulky cast to the lighter ones as your healing progresses."

Understanding the gravity of what was required, I nodded. "Living through those months again, from the pain and shock of the injury to the gradual improvements and challenges of rehabilitation, it's going to be so intense."

I grabbed my crutches and steadied myself on my good leg, feeling the weight of the cast on my other. Gripping the crutches tightly, I carefully positioned them under my arms and headed toward the stairs.

Reaching the top of the stairs, I paused for a moment to catch my breath. The photo I wanted was tucked away in a drawer in my bedroom. I made my way to the drawer, opening it with a sense of purpose still leaning on my crutches like if I needed them medically.

The photo with its edges slightly faded from years of being tucked away brought back memories, the sterile hospital room, the white walls, my leg in a full leg cast elevated in a device to alleviate the throbbing pain and the uncomfortable hospital bed that had been my constant companion during those difficult days of recovery. Despite the smile I tried to muster for the camera, the discomfort and distress were evident in my eyes. It was a moment frozen in time

I held the photo gently, tracing the lines of my younger self captured in a moment of vulnerability. It was a reminder of how far I had come. Turning, I made my way back down the stairs, negotiating each step carefully.

Returning downstairs with the photo clutched in my hand, I joined Liam, his eyes lit up as I placed the photo in front of him, and I could sense the gravity of our mission weighing upon us. This photo held part of the key to unlocking the possibilities.

"This is it," I said. Liam nodded and leaned in to kiss me, to reassure me. "With this photo as our guide, we can navigate back in time"

I nodded in agreement with Liam's plan, accepting the importance of every detail to recreate the past.

Liam then suggested, "It would be helpful to have clothing similar to what you might have worn during that time before you actually broke your leg, something that captures the essence of who you were back then."

I paused, considering his words. "I still have my knee high riding boots from that period, a relic of my equestrian days."

"Perfect," Liam replied, his enthusiasm evident.

We were so close to at least trying the time travel experience. I carefully navigated the stairs, my crutches supporting my weight as I ascended step by step. With my knee bent and the cast lifted off the ground, I moved with practised ease, my movements fluid despite the challenge, feeling so sexy with Liam staring at me, my leg and my cast. Each movement was deliberately sensual on my crutches.

Reaching my bedroom, I leaned against the door frame for a moment, catching my breath. Stepping into my bedroom, I approached the closet where I kept my riding boots. I carefully unlaced my Nike shoe and slipped it off, feeling the cool air against my foot. The familiarity of my riding boots brought a sense of nostalgia, reminding me of the days spent riding horses and the freedom it brought.

As I slid my foot into the well-worn leather of the riding boot, a wave of memories washed over me. The snug fit, the familiar scent of leather, and the sturdy sole. With each lace secured, I felt a sense of readiness and determination, as if the boot held the key to unlocking the mysteries of time travel.

With my riding boot now in place, I stood tall, the weight of the boot grounding me in the present while connecting me to the past. As I made my way back to the staircase, my crutches echoing softly with each step, I noticed Liam staring at my photo, his gaze focused intently on my broken leg I was sure. He seemed lost in thought, as if he was caressing the photo with his eyes while his hand was rubbing his erected penis inside his jeans.

"You were so beautiful in that hospital bed Jessica" Liam added, his voice soft almost moaning rubbing himself faster and faster.

I was mesmerized sensing wetness between my own legs like if his precum was teasing me. When he opened his jeans, he was still captivated by my photo and I was distracted watching him masturbate in my living room, because of that I'm sure, I couldn't help but lose my balance for a fraction of a second.

I really can't explain it but It was almost as if the energy of the past and our shared mission had shifted the ground beneath me. In a split second, my riding boot slipped, and I tumbled forward ever so slowly, my crutches clattering to the ground as I began to fall down the stairs.

"Jessica!" Liam moaned, exploding in his hands, his voice filled with concern and sensuality as he watched in horror.

But it was too late for me. The fall seemed to unfold in slow motion as I hit the hard wood of the stairs, my short cast banging and breaking against the unforgiving surface. I let out a sharp cry of pain as my leg got trapped in the handrail, the pressure causing it to break under the tumbling force.

I did hear him say "Are you okay?!" but his voice was urgent as he disappeared from my living room. I tried to understand, but the pain was overwhelming. Tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled to catch my breath.

"Oh god, I think... I think I broke my leg... again," I managed to say to nobody but myself, my voice strained with agony. I also managed to free my broken leg from the handrail, wincing at the shooting pain that accompanied the movement.

I examined my broken leg, the twist and bend evident even in the dim light of the living room. The sight made my stomach churn, a mix of disbelief and pain washing over me in waves. My sexy long leg now lay in an unnatural position, a cruel reminder of the fall's impact.

With trembling hands, I reached out, hesitant yet compelled to touch the broken cast. The slightest movement of the leg cast sent sharp spikes of pain shooting through my body, causing me to gasp and grit my teeth. The skin around the cast was already starting to swell, a telltale sign of the trauma inflicted.

As I traced the lines of the broken cast with my fingertips, I couldn't help but feel a sense of detachment, as if this broken leg belonged to someone else entirely, another Jessica. It was a surreal experience, confronting the reality of my injury in such a raw and immediate way.

With each passing second, the pain intensified, I forced myself to take deep breaths, trying to calm the rising panic and focus on the task at hand, getting to my cell phone, getting help and seeking medical attention as soon as possible.

Turning onto my stomach, I moaned while I assessed the distance to my purse and phone, it was only ten feet away. With determination fuelled by pain and sexual excitement, I crawled forward, each movement agonizing yet necessary.

Almost there, I dragged myself along the floor, gritting my teeth against the sharp jolts of pain that shot through my broken leg with every shuffle. The sound of the hard cast scratching my lovely hardwood flooring.

Now my fingertips brushed against the soft fabric of my purse. Adrenaline surged as I reached inside, my fingers fumbling until they found the familiar shape of my iPhone 24. With trembling hands, I pulled it out, my vision blurred with tears of frustration and agony.

First I dialed Liam's number with shaking fingers but stopped. Would he know me now that he went back in time? I dialed 911 each tone as a reminder of the urgency of my situation. I could hear a female voice on the other end, I knew this voice, her concern evident even through the phone.

"Jessica?"...said Emily.

I struggled to understand how it could be her? Between gasps of pain and tears I wondered if Liam going back in time had already affected Emily's life. I managed to prop myself up against the nearest piece of furniture, my broken leg throbbing with intensity.

"Yes it me Em" I said

"How can I help you Jess?"

"Em I...Broke my leg again, the same one?" I said

"Again? But Jessica you didn't break your leg...you..."

"Oh god nooooo, it all came back to me... Liammmmm" I yelled

Chapter 7 to come
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