Love: Just a Word

Chapter Seventeen

        Sam watched the game that was playing before her own. Smithville lost to the Chipps. They hopped that Smithville would have won. It would be easy to move on, to the last round. 

        Cora and Maddie lead the team into the locker room where the coach paced. Clearly worried herself. She decided to go with old faithful. Their first play from the first game of the season. Mason sitting on the bench and the other 5 would play. 

        Maddie lead them into warm ups, and for a fact the warm ups took forever. When they went to the bench and the coach replayed what everyone would do.

        They took their postions, and soon the game started. 

        In the heat of the moment, everything was a blur. Sam could remember what to do, but not what they did. One of the main foulers shoved Sam into the stone wall, the part where there was no padding. Her nose started to bleed, but she was able to control it.

        She got a foul shot, she stood at the foul line. There was the fouler eyeing me. She had 3 fouls, and Sam thought the fouler knew better than to foul for the fourth time. Sam lowered herself, bending at the knees, her knees not going over her shins. Her hands placed just so, her thumbs forming a 'T'. Sam exhaled, blocking out the sound that the Hillsdale fans were making.

        Sam propeled herself upward, not leaving the ground. The ball hits the rim and the fouler bumped Sam with her booty, pushing Sam back. Sam was a twig, going by the fouler. Sam waved her arms, trying to get her blanace. Falling.

        Her ankle folded unnaturally under Sam's weight. A slight pop, echoed in her ears, before her head hit the court. Sam had yelped. Everyone's attention was on the shot, but when Sam's yelp echoed through the gym, everyone, even the death and blind refs had looked at Sam.

        Coach had ran onto the court when Sam didn't get back up. Sam had tears running down her cheeks, as pain run up from her ankle. Sam had pain that would come from her head, when her ankle wasn't hurting. 

        "Sam?" It was Maddie, who finally spoke, before she was shuffled backwards by someone Sam didn't catch a good look at. 

        "My ankle . . ." Sam said, she had more to say but she couldn't find the right words. The coach was no longer there, the Hillsdale trainer was looking at Sam's ankle. 

        Sam looked anywhere but her ankle. She was to scared  to look at it. The pain made her think the worst. That her ankle was broken. Snapped. Unhealable.