Chapter 27

“Dylan?” I whispered, holding my phone next to my ear. 

“Huh? What time is it?” Dylan mumbled, his voice cracking through the speaker. 

“Can you come down here?” I whispered. “I need to talk to you...” 

“Is everything okay?” Dylan asked, sounding a bit more awake. 

“I just need to talk to you...” I said quietly. 

“Of course, of course. Sam I’ll be right there.” Dylan whispered before hanging up. 

Less than a minute later, his warm body was climbing into the bed next to me. 

“Is everything okay?” Dylan asked. 

“I miss you.” I whispered. 

“Sam?” 

“And I love you.” 

“Are you alright?” 

“And I’m so sorry that I broke up with you.”

Dylan sighed, pulling me against him. 

“I love you too.” Dylan whispered, kissing the top of my head. 

“And I’m scared for the game tonight.” I admitted. 

“Why? You’ve never been scared for a game...” 

“I’m starting.” 

“You always start.” 

“Yea but after the last game that I played in...” 

“Samantha. That was because of the other team.” Dylan frowned. “And because you were out of shape, no offense. For the past three weeks, you’ve been spending hours getting back into shape. You’ll be fine.” 

“I’m still scared.” 

“About what?” 

“My ankle.” I whispered. “And the other team.” 

“Babe the other team didn’t win a single game last year.” Dylan laughed. 

“I’m not worried about beating them, that won’t be a problem. I worried about them singling me out because I’m a girl... Dylan, you saw what happened to my car...” 

“Those were some dicks who thought it would be funny to key your car. You know that if anything happens to you on the field, they’ll have to deal with a very pissed team.” Dylan whispered, softly rubbing my back. 

“I’m just scared, Dylan. I don’t want to start... I don’t want to play... I’ve never felt like this before...” 

“Hey... Sam look at me.” Dylan whispered. I looked up at him, just barely making his face out through the darkness. 

“You are the best quarterback I’ve ever seen in high school football. And if the other team has shit to say about you, they can take it up with me, understand? You’re going to go out there tonight and kick ass, because that’s what Sam Carson does.” Dylan said seriously, softly pressing his lips to my forehead. 

“Do you ever wonder where you’ll be in 5 years?” I asked softly. 

“Graduated from college, hopefully. Shit I’ll be 23.” Dylan shook his head. “Hopefully I’ll have a job, be in grad school, have myself a nice apartment, somewhere cool like Chicago, or New York. What about you?” 

“Out of college... Maybe in med school. Colombia or something cool like that.” I said, resting my head on his chest. 

“Don’t you want to find your family?” Dylan asked softly. 

I sighed. “I already found them.” I whispered. 

“What?” Dylan asked in shock. “Since when?” 

“It’s a funny story actually... Do you want to know the story of how I was adopted?” I asked. 

“I’d love to hear it.” 

“So I have a twin brother, and when I was 4, my parents split up. I went with my dad, my brother went with my mom. They both lost custody of us, because they were in really bad shape at that time. I was adopted by the family that I know today, and my brother was sent into the foster care system. My dad moved to Michigan to coach football, my mom worked hard to get my brother back. And a few months ago, my brother and my mom moved to Birmingham so he could play QB for his dad’s football team.” I said softly, pulling the covers so that we were cuddled closer to each other. 

“You’re joking...” Dylan whispered. “Coach is your dad?” 

“Which is why it’s definitely not because he was playing favorites with starting Andrew.” I laughed. “We’re twins. We’re equal.” 

“I thought you two had a thing or something... You’re always hanging out at his house, and when you were still in DC, he’d always be texting you and shit.” Dylan laughed. “But damn Sam, this is big news.” 

I nodded. “I know.”

“How’d you find out?” He asked softly. 

“I was hanging out with Andrew, because from the moment we met, we were super alike. Like really weird coincidences between the two of us. But I was at his house, and his- our mom, Marissa, was fighting with Coach and shit and let it slip that she was my mom and that Andrew and I are twins.” I said softly, reaching under the covers to pull his shirt up. “Since when do you wear shirts to sleep?” 

“Uh since I’m walking through my house and across my yard and past a secret service agent outside of your door.” Dylan laughed, sitting up slightly as I pulled it off of him. 

“Well I like you better shirtless.” I said softly, running my hand over his sculpted chest. 

“I could gladly say the same for you.” Dylan said softly, his hand on the hem of my t-shirt. “Are you wearing pants?” 

“When do I ever sleep with pants on?” I laughed, raising my eyebrows. 

“True.” Dylan nodded. I sighed, my eyes meeting his. 

“I was thinking... And maybe we should give us another shot... Because I can’t stand seeing you everyday and not being with you.” I said quietly. “But I totally get if you’ve moved on or whatever...” 

“I’ll never move on from you.” Dylan said softly. 

I smiled, rolling over so that my lips were half on top of his. 

“Tomorrow night after the game, let’s you and I go somewhere... I don’t care where, I don’t care if it’s just down the street, but let’s just go driving in your truck, get some blankets, and lay in the back of your truck, looking at the stars, and just be us.” I suggested, a smile crossing my lips. “Because I think we have a lot to talk about that probably shouldn’t take place at 4 in the morning on the day of a football game.” 

“That sounds absolutely wonderful.” Dylan said softly. I smiled, leaning up to place a soft kiss to his lips. 

“I love you.” I said quietly. 

“I love you.” Dylan whispered. 

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“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Coach asked me as I jumped up and down. 

“150 percent.” I nodded, standing on my left foot as I stretched out my right ankle. 

“How’s the ankle?” 

“It’s been fine for the past week, coach.” I said seriously. 

“How’s your endurance feeling tonight?” 

“I’m great.” I said, returning to bouncing on my feet. 

“Why do you have so much energy?” Coach laughed, raising his eyebrows. 

“Because I’m starting a game and Andrew’s not!” I said happily, brushing loose pieces of hair out of my face. 

“Sam...” Coach sighed. “Don’t make me regret putting you in.” 

“You won’t regret it! I promise! Coach this is going to be the best decision you’ve ever made in your life besides originally putting me on the team!” I said happily. “Can I go now?” 

Coach nodded. 

I grinned as I walked out of his office. 

“You ready?” Andrew asked me from across the loud locker room. 

“Hell yea!” I cheered, reaching to turn up the music. 

I danced over to my bag, pulling out the tape for my ankle. I sat down, wrapping it around my foot and ankle for extra support. 

I’d hurt it 3 weeks ago, and Coach was finally letting me play again. And I was starting today. For the past 2 games after the one where I briefly played, Andrew has started as QB and played the entire game. 

It was pissing me off. 

But finally, Coach was letting me start. 

I’d rubbed it in Andrew’s face for at least 5 minutes last night while having dinner at his house until Coach told me it was enough. 

“You ready for tonight?” Dylan asked, sitting down next to me. 

“Which part? The game, or spending the night with you?” I giggled. 

“Both. But I was mostly talking about the game.” 

“Well I’m quite ready to kick some ass tonight.” I grinned, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “By the way, I never got a chance to tell you how much I love short hair on you.” 

Dylan dramatically ran a hand through his hair. “I need a haircut soon though...”

“Yea, you do.” I winked. 

By the time we took the field, my nerves had been replaced by a rush of adrenaline. 

At halftime, we were tied 21-21. It was a tough game, and our opponents were tough. But I was confident that with a little bit of encouragement, we could come back for the rest of the game. 

“Do you remember what I said to you before Nationals?” I asked my team, standing in front of them as we sat around the locker room. 

“Sam you said a lot of things at nationals.” Nate laughed. 

I shot him a look. 

“It doesn’t matter if we win or lose, much, but if we lose, we’re going to lose with our heads held high. If we go down, we go down fighting. I don’t care if we go out there and they score seven times in the first 6 seconds, I don’t care if we go out there and get completely slaughtered. We are going to give it our all until the last second of the game. And we are going to get another win for the cobras!” I said loudly, feeling my heart racing. 

I could just feel that something big was going to happen. And I knew that it meant that we were going to win this. We had to win this. We would win this. 

We took the field with a lot of energy. Not as much energy as Nationals, but definitely more than usual. 

“Cobras on three!” I called before we broke from our big huddle. 

“One! Two! Three!” 

“COBRAS!” 

I felt a smile cross my face our receiving team took the field. 

“How are you feeling about this?” Coach asked me as I jumped up and down next to him. 

“I have way too much energy for this to be normal.” I laughed. “Kate must have put extra sugar in my dinner or something.” 

Coach laughed. “Channel that energy and win us this game.” Coach said. 

“I think we should- YES!” I screamed in excitement as one of our guys ran it up a decent amount of yards. 

“Go kick some ass.” Coach told me. 

“Sam needs to take a chill pill.” Nate laughed as I was bouncing up and down while giving them instructions. 

“Sorry that I have a lot of energy!” I laughed, shaking out my legs. “Okay, just like I said, we can do this. We can fucking do this.” 

When the ball was snapped, and I searched for a target, nobody was open. 

“Get open!” I screamed, maneuvering around defenders. 

“Oh fuck it.” I cursed, darting through an opening before sprinting down the field like my life depended on it. 

We scored. 

Coach gave me a heavy clap on the back as I stood on top of the bench, watching Dylan take the extra point. 

As always, he made it. 

I’d never seen Dylan miss the extra point. 

Our moment of victory was soon to be in danger as the rest of the game was tough and equal. 

Our defense wasn’t strong enough, and our offense just wasn’t clicking anymore. 

“Just get it into field goal range, that’s all you need to do.” Coach told me, grabbing the front of my helmet. “And don’t do anything stupid and get hurt.” 

“Honestly though, what could I do that would be considered stupid? Try doing a flip? Run backwards down the field?” I laughed, raising my eyebrows. 

“Just get the ball close enough for Dylan to kick a sure field goal. Whatever you do, don’t let them get the ball.” 

“Absolutely, Coach.” I nodded, giving him a salute. Coach rolled his eyes as I laughed, running to the middle of the field. 

“I don’t have a name of the play, or even a play really, just get open. All of you, get as far down as you can. We’ll hopefully have time for one more play after this, and it needs to be a field goal, which Dylan can surely get. Get open, and if you’re close enough, take a knee, don’t risk getting slammed anymore we’ll be safe.” I said seriously. “Nate, I’m looking for you.” 

I glanced over at Coach, who was looking down at a clipboard. 

My eyes scanned the audience, subconsciously searching for a familiar face. But I knew my family wouldn’t be here. That would require secret service. It had taken a lot of convincing to my dad to lower the number of agents who were with me at my games. I knew for a fact that there were three in the audience, two on the field, and a few on the school grounds somewhere. 

I took a deep breath, the air echoing in my ears. 

I could hear the roar of the crowd and I felt the adrenaline pump inside of me. Something big was about to happen. 

The ball was snapped, and I felt the leather make contact with the ball. 

I saw Nate, wide open on the 15 yard line. If we made this pass, he could easily run it in for a touch down. 

I brought my arm back, ready to throw a game-winning pass. 

An unbelievably sharp pain pierced through my shoulder. I felt a whimper escape my lips as I did my best to get the ball out of my hands. 

Another sharp pain hit my stomach, causing me to stumble back a few steps. Another one hit the other side of my stomach and I lurched backwards, following by another sharp pain in my chest. 

I heard screams erupt around me as I fell forwards on my knees. 

What the hell was happening?

I coughed, wincing at the pain in my stomach as I spit onto the turf in front of me. 

I attempted to push myself up from the ground to see if we’d scored, but I only fell forwards, catching my weight on my left arm. 

My chest was tight and constricted, and it hurt like hell to breathe. 

I coughed again, lurching forwards as a tinny substance filled my mouth. Why was nobody coming onto the field?

I fumbled with the strap of my helmet, trying to pull it off. 

I gave up on removing my helmet, it was useless to do with just one hand. 

I looked around, pushing myself to my feet. Damn I was sore. 

It all seemed to happen in slow motion. I’d just gotten to my feet when I fell to my knees again. 

I felt extremely weak, my breath loud in my ears. I could hear my heart pounding as I fell forwards, supporting myself on my left arm. 

I rolled over onto my back, breathing heavily. 

What the fuck was hurting to bad in my stomach?

Coach appeared above me, screaming orders at someone. But I couldn’t hear anything. My vision grew blurry as I felt the pain growing more intense. 

I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut and balling my hands in fists. 

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“Sam, Sam I need you stay with me okay? We’re getting you help, just keep your eyes open for me alright?” Somebody said as they placed something over my mouth. 

I suddenly found it easier to breath, but every breath still hurt like hell. 

“We’re going to get you something for the pain. I know it hurts really bad right now, just hang in there alright?” The same person said, giving me a soft smile before turning and saying something serious to somebody else. 

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“Broken bones?” Somebody asked in a bored tone as if they dealt with broken bones in football players every Friday night. 

“2 GSWs in the abdomen, 1 in the shoulder.” Another person replied softly. 

“A football player? You’re joking.” The first person said. I could feel whatever I was on being pushed along as I stared up at the white lights flashing past us. 

“There’s more. It’s the president’s daughter.” 

“Oh lord...” 

“Top security on this patient! I need a trauma room now!” 

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“Samantha, Sam you need to breathe. We can’t do all of the work for you. If you’re not getting any oxygen into your lungs, we can’t help you. Take a deep breath for me, okay? I know it hurts, but you’re just going to have to stick with me.” A doctor said, his face right above mine. 

I took my best attempt at a deep breath, a sharp pain shooting through my right shoulder. 

“Just like that, we’re helping you, everything’s going to be okay.” 

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I pulled the oxygen mask off of my face, looking around the dull room. 

I saw Coach sitting in a plastic chair across the room, his eyes closed and his mouth hanging open as he lightly snored. 

Other than him, the room was empty. 

“Coach?” I asked weakly, my throat dry and sore. 

No response. 

“Coach?” I asked louder, my voice thick and hoarse. 

Coach jumped awake, looking around the room sleepily. 

“Sam...” He said softly, getting to his feet. “Are you alright?” 

“Did we win?” I asked, holding the oxygen mask away from my face with my left hand. 

A soft smile crossed Coach’s face and he laughed, nodding. 

“We won. Your pass went right to Nate and he ran it in.” Coach said. 

A let out a sigh. “Thank God.” 

Coach laughed. 

“How are you feeling?” Coach asked softly. 

“Tired. What happened? I think I pulled something in my shoulder...” I frowned. 

Coach’s eyes softened. “Sam... There was an attempted attack on your family. They’re all okay, don’t worry. Everybody’s on tight security right now. You were shot in the shoulder and twice in the abdomen.” 

I raised my eyebrows. “I was shot? During a football game?” I asked, trying not to laugh. 

Coach didn’t even crack a smile. 

“Why is that funny?” 

“Because it’s football.” I laughed. “Who shoots someone during a football game what the hell?” 

“I think you’ve certainly had enough pain meds.” Coach said, shaking his head with a smile. 

“Where is everybody?” I frowned. 

“The field was on lock down for a few hours after you were taken to the hospital. Don’t worry, they got the guy, nobody’s getting away with this. But the team came right here after the game, but they haven’t been allowed in to see you. Sam you’ve got an entire wing of the hospital on lock down. Nobody comes in unless they get permission from the president.” Coach said softly. 

I nodded. “You got permission?” 

Coach nodded. “I pulled the dad card.” Coach grinned with a shrug. 

I sighed, closing my eyes for a moment. 

“How long am I out for?” I asked. 

Coach raised his eyebrows. 

“You narrowly escaped murder, and you’re wondering how long you’re out for?” 

I gave him a look. “Obviously.”

Coach sighed, running his hand over the back of his head. “I think I’m going to get the doctor for this one.” 

I frowned as Coach poked his head out of the room. 

A few moments of silence later, and a middle-aged guy walked into the room. 

“Hello Sam, I’m Doctor Nichols.” He said, walking up to my bed. 

I smiled at him. “I’m Samantha, but you probably already know that.” 

“Yes, yes I do.” He nodded. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Coach sit down in the plastic chair again, his head in his hands. 

“I’m sure your Coach has filled you in a bit on what happened?” Dr. Nichols asked. 

I nodded. “Some physco obviously thought my competition was too much for the other team so tried to take me out in a very unconventional way.” I teased with a laugh. 

“She’s always like that. Ignore the sarcasm.” Coach said softly from the chair. 

Dr. Nichols gave me a soft smile. “You were shot twice in the abdomen. One was a clean shot, but no exit wounds. We removed that bullet easily. The second one nicked the side of your left kidney and broke two of your ribs. We repaired the damage and removed that bullet, but we’re going to have to watch your kidneys carefully to ensure you have full function of both. There was a third bullet in your right shoulder. Now I wouldn’t go as far as saying it’s career ending, but it went straight through, tore up a lot of the muscles, and fractured your acromion. That’s the bone on the outside of your clavicle.. We repaired the tears and set the bone, but you’re looking at 3 to 6 months of recovery before you can even consider throwing a football.” Dr. Nichols explained. “But you should be very happy that you were wearing your pads. They just might have saved your life from a fourth bullet that hit your chest from an almost parallel angle, skimming the top of your pads as you fell backwards. Your chest is bruised, but the bullet didn’t puncture skin and nothing was broken.”

I mentally did the math. If it was the middle of August right now, that means 3 months from now would be middle of November. Even if I worked extremely hard, I’d just barely make it back in time for Nationals. 

“How long do I have to be here for?” I asked. 

“We’re going to need to monitor the damage to your kidneys, making sure you have full function. I’d say a week, maybe a little bit more.” Dr. Nichols told me. 

“Can the guys come in here?” I asked, mostly looking at Coach. 

“Your dad has to-” 

“I don’t care about my dad. Please just bring the guys in here.” I said quietly, squeezing my left hand tightly around the sheets on the bed. 

Coach nodded. 

“Doctor, I’d suggest you leave before the guys come in here and make a scene.” Coach said, attempting a joke. 

“Oh I know how insane football players can be.” Dr. Nichols laughed, following Coach out of the room. 

I stared up at the ceiling, hoping my eyes would dry before the guys came in. 

The door opened, and the sound of cleats could be heard on the tile floor, but no voices could be heard. 

I looked at the people who walked in. Dylan, Nate, Andrew, and Matt. The usual. 

I could visibly see the hurt in Dylan’s eyes as he looked at me. 

“This kind of puts a damper in us going to see the stars, huh?” I asked with a soft smile. 

Dylan just ran his hand down his face, shaking his head. 

“Oh come on...” I whispered, seeing all four of the toughest guys I know get tears in their eyes. “Fuck guys if you cry, I’ll cry.” I whispered, my eyes filling with tears again. 

Andrew just shook his head, turning away as he wiped his arm across his eyes. 

“At least we won?” I offered, reaching up my left hand to wipe the tears off of my cheeks. “Stop fucking crying! Get your shit together and get over here.” I snapped, a soft smile crossing my face. 

Dylan was the first to grab a plastic chair and come up to sit next to me. 

“We’ll go see the stars another day.” Dylan whispered, resting his hand on my knee. He gave it a little shake. “Got it?” 

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t be so serious oh my God it’s not like I was going to die or anything.” 

“Oi, you should’ve seen dad, he went into hyper insane mode.” Andrew said, a soft smile on his face as he pulled up a chair on the other side of my bed as Dylan. 

Nate and Matt joined them, sitting on either side of my bed as well. 

“Why are you still dressed?” I frowned, looking at the four boys in their jerseys. 

“After watching you get taken out on the field, do you think we’d decide to stop home and shower before coming here?” Dylan raised his eyebrows. 

“Well I mean you could’ve at least changed.” I laughed, shrugging. I winced. “Okay, note to self, no shrugging.” 

“How long are you here for?” Nate asked, speaking up for the first time. 

“A week, I don’t know.” 

“How long are you out for?” Matt asked quietly. 

“A few months. But don’t worry, I’ll come back to kick ass at nationals.” I grinned with a wink. 

“Uh, not happening. That’s my game and you know it.” Andrew teased, leaning back in his chair. 

“Uh yea, in your dreams Lowellson.” 

“Oh it’s on Carson.” 

“Gladly.” I winked, a laugh escaping my lips. “So what exactly happened? I’m still confused as to how I ended up down on the ground.” 

All four of them visibly stiffened.

“I don’t know Sam. I was waiting for the pass, which came beautifully in the air, and I just took it and ran. It wasn’t until I looked back and saw you that I realized they weren’t screams of support from the audience, they were screams of fright and shock.” Nate shrugged. 

“I was blocking someone. I didn’t see you until Coach was running towards you.” Matt shook his head. 

“You stepped back to take the pass, just like you always do, but then you kind of jerked backwards a bit. It looked like it took a shit load of energy to get the ball out of your hands. You sort of fell down onto your knees, and tried to get back up, but ended up falling over again as you tried to take off your helmet. You should’ve seen the secret service though, they were going absolutely insane and I swear like 10 guys suddenly appeared on the field while Coach and the medical trainers were trying to get to you.” Dylan explained. 

“Dad went absolutely insane when you first fell back. We all thought the same thing at first, that you’d hurt your arm because it sort of fell uselessly to your side. But then you started coughing blood and your blue jersey started turning red.” Andrew said softly. 

“Okay, I so didn’t need the graphic there! Ugh now I’m going to have to wash it, fuck that.” I groaned, shaking my head. 

Dylan squeezed my knee, giving me a soft smile. My eyes met his, and it was a silent understanding between us what he wanted to say. 

I nodded, telling him that I loved him too. 

“Who’s out there?” I asked. 

“Everybody.” 

“Well tell them to get their asses in here.” I rolled my eyes. “There’s no use in them sitting out there on their butts.” 

“You’re weird.” Dylan laughed. I gave Matt a look to tell him to go get the rest of the team, and he quickly jumped up to leave the room. 

Within a few minutes, all 50 players were packed in the room, along with Coach, our assistant coaches, and various trainers. It was loud, rowdy, and I loved it. 

“Alright, okay everybody let’s be quiet for a minute.” Coach said, holding up his hands to silence the team. 

They grew silent faster than I’d ever seen them. It was impressive. 

“We played a shit game tonight. The score at the end of the game, that didn’t reflect how we played at all. It’s a miracle that we won. And yes, yes it is a miracle. You may think you played excellent, but I’m sorry I will not accept that form of playing.” Coach said. “And the worst part is that tonight was probably our best game of the season. Sam’s out for a while, anybody can see that, so you need to start working well with Andrew. He’s just like Sam, he plays just like her, thinks just like her, they’re-” 

“Yea we’re practically twins.” I teased. 

Coach shot me a glare, and I quickly looked down. 

“Until school starts, we’re having two practices a day. And when school starts, morning weight room and afternoon on the field. We don’t have Sam this season. We don’t have all of our seniors from last year. Ryan, Jack, Henry, all of our seniors, they’re not here anymore. So you need to step up to the plate and get your act together so we can have a fourth year of a National Title.” Coach said seriously, his eyes scanning over our team. 

“Why’s Sam out?” Somebody asked from the back of the group. 

Everybody turned to look at him. 

“Are you insane?” Luke asked, giving the kid a weird look. “Did you not see three bullets tear through her on the field just a few hours ago?!” 

“Oi! I don’t need the graphic thank you very much.” I grimaced. 

Noise broke out in the room and a smile crossed my face as I looked at Dylan. 

“I love this team.” I said softly to him as he scooted closer to me. 

“I love you.” Dylan whispered, resting his elbows on the bed next to me. 

“Hey Sam, phone call for you.” Coach said, handing me his cell phone. 

I didn’t even have to ask to know who it was. 

“Hi dad.” I said, holding the phone to my ear. 

Oh my Gosh Sammy I can’t believe this happened to you this was such a mistake to let you play there I shouldn’t have-” 

“Oi, dad. Don’t blame this on the team! No matter where I was, the same thing would’ve happened.” 

“You’re coming right home. This has to end, you’re coming back to Johnson Academy, you have to-” 

“I’m not moving back to DC. I’ve barely been here a month! Dad my life is here! You can’t just expect me to drop my team just because I can’t play.” I said seriously, rolling my eyes. 

“Your family is here in DC, you need more security, you need-” 

“No dad, actually my family is here in Birmingham.” I hissed. 

I heard my dad take a sharp breath. 

“We’ll discuss this later.” He hung up the phone. 

“Gee thanks I’m great thanks for asking.” I muttered, handing the phone back to Coach. 

“Alright guys, clear out, Sam needs her rest and all of you should be getting home to shower this room stinks.” Coach said with a laugh. I frowned as he coughed just a few too many times in a row for me to not be worried. 

“You okay?” I asked. 

“Yea yea, I’m fine.” He nodded with a smile. “Come on boys, up.” 

I watched as the team left the room, all giving me smiles and waves. 

“Stay.” I said softly as Dylan went to get up. 

“Dylan, you too.” Coach said, standing by the door. 

“Can he stay?” I asked softly, giving Coach a look. 

He just rolled his eyes with a slight smile. “I’ll see you in the morning Sam.” 

Dylan sat back down as Coach shut the door, leaving us alone in the quiet room. 

“Does it hurt?” Dylan whispered, resting his head on the bed. 

“Not too bad.” I shook my head. 

“That’s good.” Dylan said quietly. 

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I forgot how long this chapter was, or that this is the chapter that she gets hurt oops

I'm posting it today because tomorrow is the 4th of July and I'll be doing family stuff all day and won't be able to post. 

And I've decided not to ask for votes or comments or anything because that's lame. 

As of yesterday I'm officially done with school woo! (I'm in band and that takes up so many electives and I didn't have room in my schedule for gym so I had to take it during the summer which sucked)

Update: Later Today (exciting I know)

-Panda