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like failure to perform assigned clinical responsibilities would ensure she would not graduate after this semester.
That shut her up real fast.
They stepped inside a few moments later. “So we’re all set, then.”
“Excellent. So are we,” answered Dr. Burton. “Any questions, Evan?”
“I’m good.” There was nothing else for me to say. We were all in a bind here. I decided there and then that I’d take responsibility for my own recovery, learn as much as I could from Ryan and Jeff, and follow the plan. Samantha could tag along for the ride. We both had to make the best of being stuck together.
I inched along the treatment table to get off, and all five of them jumped to their feet. Ryan ordered me to stop.
“Why? Did I do something wrong?”
“This is why I told you we would meet you at your residence, Evan,” Dr. Burton blasted me. “You can’t be moving around like that. Jeff and Ryan, take him to the facility transport bus. Samantha, get his crutches. You can drive him home.”
She rolled her eyes, but as she’d just been told by the department head, she nodded. Grabbing my crutches, she followed Ryan and Jeff as they came on each side of me and lifted me off the table and out of the room until we were outside. They waited with me, making small talk while Samantha disappeared around the corner. She returned in the nine-passenger shuttle bus that the training center used to transfer athletes on the injured list. Hopping out, she walked around the bus and opened the back sliding door.
I got my first real head-to-toe look at Samantha’s body.
I was impressed.
She was tall and athletic with a trim waist, and slight curves in all the right places.
Not bad at all, for a lesbian.
The chick walked with no grace at all. She had the stride of a linebacker, another glaring clue that she didn’t bat for my team. That and her piss poor attitude to Dr. Jeffries were one hell of a combination. With her not-so-chipper disposition and my outright bluntness, I wondered how long it would take for the two of us to kill each other.
Ryan and Jeff got me in the back seat. I looked over at Ryan before they closed the door. “Dude. You sure about this?”
He gave me a devious grin while Samantha went around the front of the van to get in the driver’s seat “You heard Dr. Burton. You’re in good hands. I’ll see you in a few days.”
Well crap.
This was probably karma in his view, after all I’d put him through over the years.
Samantha turned over the engine and drove off, brushing her bangs out of her eyes before giving me a look from the overhead rear view mirror. “If you could stop being a jerk for a few minutes, I’d like to learn a little bit more about you.”
“You would know,” I tossed back at her.
“Please.” She seemed to have a lot more to say so I waited. “Maybe the only way around this awkwardness is through. Here’s what I think about where we stand. You don’t want to work with a woman. I don’t want to work with a football player. We both have issues. It doesn’t mean we can’t get this through this rehab and recovery plan.”
“What the hell is your beef with football players anyway?” I couldn’t resist asking. Her face instantly flushed at her cheeks, and she stopped checking the rear view mirror to look at me.
Ahhhh.
My Spidey senses told me I hit a sore spot.
“It’s not my favorite sport, that’s all,” she offered. “Look. Please just consider this, all right? I’ve been working since freshman year to head up the baseball team, and got assigned to it a few days ago, only to be ripped from the team so I can help you. Now do you can see why I’d be unhappy about the assignment?”
I nodded. “Yeah, I can see that, but you’re still damned lucky.”
“Why do you think that?”
“Isn’t it obvious? You get to take some of the credit after I get myself off the injured list. There’s one thing you need to know about me, if you don’t already. I
That shut her up real fast.
They stepped inside a few moments later. “So we’re all set, then.”
“Excellent. So are we,” answered Dr. Burton. “Any questions, Evan?”
“I’m good.” There was nothing else for me to say. We were all in a bind here. I decided there and then that I’d take responsibility for my own recovery, learn as much as I could from Ryan and Jeff, and follow the plan. Samantha could tag along for the ride. We both had to make the best of being stuck together.
I inched along the treatment table to get off, and all five of them jumped to their feet. Ryan ordered me to stop.
“Why? Did I do something wrong?”
“This is why I told you we would meet you at your residence, Evan,” Dr. Burton blasted me. “You can’t be moving around like that. Jeff and Ryan, take him to the facility transport bus. Samantha, get his crutches. You can drive him home.”
She rolled her eyes, but as she’d just been told by the department head, she nodded. Grabbing my crutches, she followed Ryan and Jeff as they came on each side of me and lifted me off the table and out of the room until we were outside. They waited with me, making small talk while Samantha disappeared around the corner. She returned in the nine-passenger shuttle bus that the training center used to transfer athletes on the injured list. Hopping out, she walked around the bus and opened the back sliding door.
I got my first real head-to-toe look at Samantha’s body.
I was impressed.
She was tall and athletic with a trim waist, and slight curves in all the right places.
Not bad at all, for a lesbian.
The chick walked with no grace at all. She had the stride of a linebacker, another glaring clue that she didn’t bat for my team. That and her piss poor attitude to Dr. Jeffries were one hell of a combination. With her not-so-chipper disposition and my outright bluntness, I wondered how long it would take for the two of us to kill each other.
Ryan and Jeff got me in the back seat. I looked over at Ryan before they closed the door. “Dude. You sure about this?”
He gave me a devious grin while Samantha went around the front of the van to get in the driver’s seat “You heard Dr. Burton. You’re in good hands. I’ll see you in a few days.”
Well crap.
This was probably karma in his view, after all I’d put him through over the years.
Samantha turned over the engine and drove off, brushing her bangs out of her eyes before giving me a look from the overhead rear view mirror. “If you could stop being a jerk for a few minutes, I’d like to learn a little bit more about you.”
“You would know,” I tossed back at her.
“Please.” She seemed to have a lot more to say so I waited. “Maybe the only way around this awkwardness is through. Here’s what I think about where we stand. You don’t want to work with a woman. I don’t want to work with a football player. We both have issues. It doesn’t mean we can’t get this through this rehab and recovery plan.”
“What the hell is your beef with football players anyway?” I couldn’t resist asking. Her face instantly flushed at her cheeks, and she stopped checking the rear view mirror to look at me.
Ahhhh.
My Spidey senses told me I hit a sore spot.
“It’s not my favorite sport, that’s all,” she offered. “Look. Please just consider this, all right? I’ve been working since freshman year to head up the baseball team, and got assigned to it a few days ago, only to be ripped from the team so I can help you. Now do you can see why I’d be unhappy about the assignment?”
I nodded. “Yeah, I can see that, but you’re still damned lucky.”
“Why do you think that?”
“Isn’t it obvious? You get to take some of the credit after I get myself off the injured list. There’s one thing you need to know about me, if you don’t already. I
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