The Pitcher's Act

9

OLIVIA

I think I broke my back. Well, maybe it's not broken, but it's definitely bruised. It hurts so fucking bad I can barely move.

I was at practice when my stunt partner, Flynn, was holding me with one arm while I was practicing my bow and arrow pose. Flynn stepped over his feet, tripping, and down I went beside him. My spotter couldn't catch me in time either, as I went sideways, not backward. I landed partially on my back and partially on my hands. My hands had carpet burns from the floor, and I was immediately sent to the trainer to get looked at.

Devin said nothing felt or looked broken. It was just going to be a big bruise. He handed me a bag of ice and some ointment for the burns and sent me home.

I've been lying on my stomach for thirty minutes while the ice lays on my back. My roommates freaked out when they saw me fall, but I assured them I'd survive. I left, and they stayed with protest.

I hear the door slam and feet running down the hall. Bella is the first one through my door, "Oh my God. Liv. Are you okay?" She lifts the ice from my back and gasps, "Oh my. Liv. This looks horrible."

"Thanks," I sarcastically answer back.

Sadie and Jada hover next to her as they inspect my back. "Fuck," Jada mutters. "You need anything?"

"Tequila. It hurts like a bitch."

"Are you serious? Cause we can go get a bottle," Bella says with a smile. I shake my head, deciding I don't need it.

"Sadie sits on the edge of my bed and moves hair from my ear, "Flynn feels horrible. He was crying."

I frown, "Tell him I'll survive. It could have been a lot worse." It could have been like the time we hooked up. That was worse than this.

"Okay, just let us know if you need anything."

"Okay. Thanks for checking on me. Please go shower. You all smell."

"Are you going to be able to shower? You don't smell the freshest either," Bella says, earning a glare from me.

"Yeah, I'll go after you. Save me some hot water." She nods, and I'm left alone in my room. I lay back down and closed my eyes, waiting to hear the shower stop so I could head in.

I know tomorrow is going to be hell once my back tightened and my bones settled. I probably should skip classes. That would be the best idea. I'll go to the training room tomorrow and ice to get the inflamed skin down.

Bella shouts down the hall that she's out of the shower, and then I climb out of bed to take mine.

Bending down to take my shorts off hurts like a bitch. I can hardly take my socks off. Tears swell in my eyes as I lean against the wall, trying to get them off.

I whimper when I step into the shower, and the hot water hits my rugburns and burns my body. It feels like I'm on fire. Everything hurts. 

I push my hands against the wall as the water feels like fire on my body. I wash my sweat-soaked hair, and it's the easiest thing I've done tonight. My arms will be sore tomorrow. There were a few burns on the tip of my shoulders as well. I'm able to wash my body, rubbing my loofah gently around the bruises that battered my body. I can't bend to wash my legs; I'll have to skip that for today.

I get out and dry the top half of my body; I can't bend for the lower half. God, this is torture. Fucking Flynn.

I don't bother putting on clothes because I'll probably sleep naked. It seems the easiest than tugging on clothes.