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That’s what I need from her now.
“Fuck me. I’m so sorry, Amelia.” August comes into the room. “Please rest assured the team will take care of everything that you require. All the doctors, the care and the PT. I promise we’ll handle this all.”
“Thank you,” she sniffles.
“It’s the least we can do for one of my favorite players,” he replies, winking at her.
“I’m sure you say that to all the girls.” She rolls her eyes at his remark.
“Let me know if you need anything,” August says, getting ready to exit.
“Wait, August. I don’t have any contacts over at BayCare. Can you get me an appointment for her for first thing in the morning?”
“You got it. I know people over there.” He pulls out his phone. “I’ll be in touch as soon as I have something for you.”
“Thanks. I want the best that they have, and we’ll need an MRI. Let’s get all that done tomorrow, please. The sooner we know what we’re dealing with, the better.”
“You got it,” he repeats, then taps the doorframe and leaves.
I turn back to Amelia. “I’m here every step of the way for this. I’ve got you.”
I pull her into another hug and stroke her back lightly while she breaks down again.
Chapter Nineteen
~AMELIA~
I’m still huddled against Dax’s chest when August enters the room again.
“Someone can see her tonight. I pulled some strings,” he proudly tells Dex.
“Thank you,” Dex replies and keeps rubbing my back.
“Do you need someone to come with you guys?” August asks. I hear feet shuffling, I’m assuming he’s stepped further into the room.
“I think we should be okay,” Dex replies.
“Would you be opposed to me sending Andie with you?”
“Nope, that’s fine. But not necessary. I’ve taken other athletes before; I can take Amelia.”
“I know you can, I thought she might be more comfortable with Andie coming along too. But if you’re opposed.” His voice trails off.
“No, not at all. Let me get this brace on her and grab the crutches. Who is the doctor expecting us?” Dex asks.
“Dr. Haldman. He’ll be waiting for you in the E.R.”
“Appreciate it, man.”
“Of course, anything for the team. Amelia,” August calls toher. I turn in his arms. Dex release the hold so that I can fully see him. “It’s going to be okay. If you need anything you let me know.”
“Thanks,” I manage to whisper out. The sincerity and pity in his eyes makes me feel worse. I know he means well, but it’s the pity that I can’t deal with right now. I don’t want to be the athlete who is hurt, sidelined in the middle of her rookie season. Especially when I feel like there is still so much more to prove.
“Let’s get this brace on you. Lie back and try to relax a bit.”
“Is it going to hurt?” My voice comes out so shaky, I barely recognize it.
His eyes find mine; I don’t see pity in his eyes the way I did August’s. “No, it shouldn’t hurt any worse than it does right now. Did those meds kick in yet?”
