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The pitcher was on a cart too far for me to reach He poured a cup full and placed it in my left hand

“Thanks” I took a sip, feeling the nausea subside

“Surgery ell” He rocked back on his heels “The doc’s conosis, and then our trainers will be in to coure this out We’re all behind you”

“Good” I nodded “I want to get back on the field as soon as I can I can throith h, but ht shoulder shot pain all the way down to ertips

“We know you do” He tapped the footboard on the hospital bed “Get soy tomorrow”

I finished off the water and reached for the re to heal I knew the drill I’d take some extra meds The trainers could puames, we could make it to the Super Bowl, and I’d heal in the off-season This was a standard injury Nothing more

The i I had when I woke up started to evaporate as I convinced alers would have ave h to play

I flipped through the channels, landing on Sports Now I read the ticker, expecting to see my name on the scroll as one of the headlines Maybe since the injury had occurred at practice, the Wranglers had ed to keep it away fro out

I listened to the talking heads discuss the playoff possibilities We were one of the tea in I rolledI didn’t need to hear these idiots debate how good my team was

“Knock, knock Mr Blakefield, how are you feeling?”

I looked over froorgeous wo towardblond hair pulled back, but tiny wisps floated around her face Her blue eyes were striking

“I’ off luscious pink lips

I knehat this was This was the guys’ way of trying to cheer ht They probably heard it through the suite door It wasn’t like I held anything back when I fucked a woraded version to cheer ery

“Doc, is it?” I teased

“Mery on your hand I’et to ot to the OR”