We Could Be Something

Resting his head back against the examination bed he had been left sat on, Iker let out a small sigh, trying to swallow the lump which had formed in his throat the second he had touched down in Porto. It had been a long time coming, after a season of rumours linking David De Gea with Real Madrid, it had been almost inevitable that Iker would be the one to make way, but still it seemed surreal, even if the move from Madrid to Porto was all but final, he still couldn’t quite wrap his head around the idea that he would play for another team aside from Real.

“We should be able to start soon”

Iker, who’d been vaguely staring around the room, startled a little at the sound of the voice before he nodded, offering a look towards the nurse who stood beside him, checking her watch. “Are we waiting for something?” he posed softly.

“The club doctor” the nurse noted “They like to have someone oversee the medical just to double check, but she should be here soon and then we’ll get started” she noted, offering him a small reassuring smile.

Iker offered her a small nod before he flicked his attention back towards his feet, tapping his fingers impatiently. He didn’t want to be there, after he had arrived in Porto, he had wanted to head to his hotel quickly, but he knew that the medical couldn’t be avoided, even if he would have preferred a few days to get his head around the idea of his transfer, both clubs were insistent that it was wrapped up quickly.

Watching his hand for a moment, he spared a glance towards his watch before the sound of the door opening and closing reached him, causing him to flick his attention towards the blonde woman who had padded into the room. “I am so sorry that I am so late” she babbled as she padded across the room, settling her bag onto the desk.

“It’s alright” The nurse noted softly “I’ll go and get the room next door set up and we can get started OK?” she added, offering a look towards Iker who nodded softly, affording the nurse the chance to duck out of the room.

Iker watched after her for a moment before he flicked his attention back towards his hand, watching his fingers as they tapped against the seat he sat on. “How long do you think this is going to take?” he posed softly.

Adriana, who’d sat down at the desk a little away from him, startled slightly at the sound of his voice before she shrugged. “It can take a while” she noted softly “The club want to be sure that you’re not carrying any sort of injury or illness before they can confirm the transfer and that means you’ll have to go through a lot of checks. Did you have somewhere else you need to be?” she posed gently.

Iker shook his head. “I don’t” he mused softly “But I was hoping to get out of here pretty quickly. It’s been a long day” he added, a small frown playing at the corner of his mouth.

Adriana noted the soft look on his face before she nodded, offering him a small reassuring smile. “I’ll try and make sure that it doesn’t take too long” she noted softly “I’m Dr Adriana Montes, by the way” she added, offering her hand out to him.

Iker eyed her hand for a second before he shook it. “Iker Casillas” he noted.

“It’s nice to meet you, Iker” Adriana mused softly “And, on behalf of Porto, I’d like to welcome you to the club” she added, flashing him a grin.

Iker’s stomach turned a little at her words before he nodded his head, offering her a weak smile. “Gracias” he spluttered softly.

Adriana frowned a little, not missing the slightly odd tone in his voice, but she opted to dismiss it, not wanting to press a man she barely knew.

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Pulling his shirt back on, Iker spared another sigh, his eyes glancing towards Adriana who had moved to jot a few notes down in his file. It had been a long afternoon, with a range of tests to get through, Iker had spent a lot of it cooped up in a hospital room, and whilst he didn’t like the idea of heading back to his hotel, it appealed to him more than spending another moment in the hospital being poked and prodded.

“That’s the last of it, right?” he posed.

Adriana, who’d been completing his paperwork, nodded. “It is” she confirmed softly “And I can tell you that all of your tests look fine, meaning that it is likely that the deal will be completed in the coming days” she added, offering him a small reassuring smile.

Iker’s stomach gave another turn before he nodded. “Alright” he mumbled.

“You don’t sound too happy about that” Adriana quipped.

“I’m fine with it” Iker noted “It’s just…it’s…”

“Not Madrid” Adriana finished for him, a small smile on her face. It wasn’t the first time, every time she bought up his imminent transfer, Iker’s face grimaced a little, and whilst she didn’t want to pry, she did want to offer him a little reassurance, even if it didn’t mean much to him.

Iker shook his head. “It’s not” he noted “And for a while, the idea that it is not Madrid is going to be strange for me” he explained softly.

Adriana, who’d moved to place his file onto the desk, nodded. “There’s nothing wrong with that” she noted gently “In fact, I would be surprised if you weren’t a little nervous, but you’ll get used to it eventually. It’ll just take you some time” she added, offering him a small smile.

Iker offered her a slightly dubious look before he nodded his head quietly, something which made Adriana shake her head, offering him a small smile. “You’ll get there” she insisted gently before she lifted her bag onto her shoulder “I’ll see you around, Iker” she added before she ducked out of the room.

Iker watched after her for a moment before he tilted his head back, still trying to alleviate the lump in his throat which seemed immovable. It was going to take time, the transition from Madrid to Porto was going to take a while, but he knew that he had to get used to it. Whether he loved the idea or not, the transfer was going to happen and he merely needed to make the best of it.