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her tits “All right The game is divided into two halves, and those are split into two quarters each”

She was a surgeon She was brilliant Explaining football to her seeh the rules of the game, the numbers of players, how the defensive and offensive teaet into it There was a new kind of light in her eye The one of a fan

“How about a beer? You can’t watch football without beer” I made my way to the kitchen

“What? No, you can’t drink on your pain medication” Her tone was instantly sharp

I grabbed two bottles fro a doctor?” I twisted the cap off one and took a swig

Her eyes narrowed “Do you ever turn off being a football player?”

I chuckled, handing her the other bottle “You don’t have to worry I haven’t had one of those pain pills in days I don’t like the stuff I don’t like how they make me feel”

She looked doubtful “But how is your hand feeling? Let me take a look at it”

Before I could protest, she had the sling off ers She leaned closely toover my skin It was instinct as ers

She looked up “I think we need to get you back in for an earlier appointment”

“Why do you say that?”

“You haven’t been taking care of this like you should, Wes Your hand is still swollen I’et ice” She pushed off the couch and headed for the freezer, where she began to put together a makeshift icepack

“I wouldn’t usually recoery, but you need it” She touched the ice—wrapped in a towel—to my hand as I winced “It still hurts, doesn’t it?”

“That ht?” I searched her eyes for false hope I needed these bones healed yesterday

“Not necessarily” She reattached the sling across my shoulder and cupped the ice on ive you a break No arguing” She eyed me