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19 - car hoods and brunches.

Elias Cains
San Diego

"Our main goal is to continue to hold the title we got now. Of course... without Elias on that field come Monday, it's pretty different but our team, our staff, and hopefully the fan base all have faith in Dallas to fill in that spot for our guy. You know, I can't speak for him but I know he's itching to get better quickly and get back out there so we need to make sure we got his back during this time." A tired but clearly still motivated Harrison answered to the press during the press conference that was playing on ESPN.

A satisfied sigh left my lips liking the way he answered that before I pressed the mute button on my remote and went back to the small device in my hand.

All they did throughout the conference was question our coach and Harrison about me and my situation. Luckily, they didn't sell a sob story and kept the main thing the main thing which is the game.

My finger scrolled against my phone screen on Twitter seeing tweet after tweet. Nothing but my peers, friends, and even some frenemies wishing me a speedy recovery. Sucking my teeth, I tossed my phone to the side and stood up slowly allowing the my body to adjust.

The doctors said it was only a sprain which made me actually fucking happy that if anything I'mma just miss the Christmas day game and that'll be it. But the bad thing was that Dallas was going to have to fill in for me and we all know that motherfucker can't catch a ball if he was dying and that was the only way to save him.

Luckily though, all my trainers was working with him and he was doing 1 on 1 with Harrison.

For me, I do my training a different way from everyone else.

It's more intense if anything, which I know is going to push Dallas to his max but he needs it.

Entering my kitchen, I opened the cabinet and grabbed a bottle of whiskey and poured myself a drink. Considering, I wasn't playing next Monday I might as well drink my shit away for the moment since I won't be tested this weekend.

The second I brought my glass to my lips, a knock on my door interrupted me and I sucked my teeth not even expecting anyone to show up. Taking a quick sip, I pulled the glass away but kept it in my hand while walking towards the door. I didn't even bother looking through the peephole since I know Carter knew not to let just anybody up here so clearly it was someone I knew and was on the list.

My hand gripped the door handle and I unlocked it and opened it only to see the last person I wanted to see.

"I thought you were dead for a second," Shannon joked and I rolled my eyes before walking away from her only to hear sigh deeply behind me. "You're walking fine considering the ankle brace around your foot,"

"It's almost like that's what that's there for." I answered back sarcastically while walking to my couch.

"Save the attitude, Elias. I'm really not in the mood to hear it and on top of that, you skipped the steroids? For what?!"

"I been getting shot up with that shit for the past five years and you had me playing on multiple injuries with them drugs in my system. All it's doing is making my body worse, I'm sorry, Shannon but I'm not taking that shit again." I told her which only made her roll her eyes as if I was getting on her nerves.

I've had probably four injuries. All minor never completely career threatening but at the same time harmful, just like any minor injury is.