Bradford's Orders Book Two The Third Generation Series

Chapter 13

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Chapter 13

Bradford

"Drake, watch out!" Dre yelled from my left.

The hit came from out of nowhere.  I felt the impact run up my arm, where I got hit, into my shoulder. The tear was audible in my head, and burned like fire through my shoulder, arm and peck. This wasn't a regular hit. This was a season ending hit. Something I won't be coming back from without surgery and a lot of therapy.

This sucks!

I went down on the field and stayed there. I couldn't move, my arm was throbbing in pain. The defensive end that hit me, rolled off me and stood up. Looking down at me, he smirked, "Next time, Drake, you won't get up so easily."

Rolling my eyes, I left them closed and laid there. I wouldn't be getting up easily this time. Brady and Dre rushed over, as did the medical team. Derrick was by my side, helping to slide my helmet off. Giving orders to the rest of the team to step back and go to the sideline, he and his team went to work on me.

"Where does it hurt?" Derrick asked as he started to move my arm.

I screamed out in pain at the movement and he immediately stopped. Looking over his shoulder, he waved to the coach and grimly looked down at me. I knew exactly what he was going to say. I'm done, out, finished. This is my last game of  the season.

"He can't play. Blake, he can't move his arm," Derrick told him. "We need a cart, and you better get your backup QB ready. He's going in for the rest of the season."

"Fuck!" Blake cursed, turning back to the sideline and looking up. "Get Sawyer down here. Escort him to the locker room. Let the rest of the family know he's okay."

I'm not okay. Far from it.

"Blake, we need the cart. We can't move him," Derrick informed him.

"Get Milo warmed up! Sam! Get the cart!" Blake turned back and knelt down beside me, taking my good hand in his, he held onto me for a moment. "You're going to be alright, Bradford. Whatever you need, you will get it. You'll get through this and you'll be better after it's over. I promise. You are going to play again."

It's one thing I appreciate about Blake. He's always there for his team. His players are family and he will do everything necessary to keep each of us healthy.

"I know. I don't plan on being down long." I replied but he didn't answer as he stood up and headed for the sideline.

A rookie waits for an opportunity like this one. Not that any rookie wants to see a teammate go down. Never, it could be the difference between a winning and losing season. But every player sitting on the bench wants that chance to prove themselves. They want the chance to play ball. That's why we're all here. We just love the game. And now Milo Cerretti is going to get his shot.

The crowd was deafeningly quiet as they worked on me. I could see my teammates taking a knee around me. Just as I could hear the other team coming over, a few asking if I'm okay, others trying to find out what happened.

I was lifted off the field and on to a cart that hauled me off the field to the locker room. I heard  cheers  as I passed, people yelling to me telling me that they love me, that I'm the greatest, others wishing me well. It's heartwarming to hear but I can't deal with it right now.

I waved to the crowd and kept my head down. I didn't want to see their faces, I didn't want to see that disappointment in their eyes. I already felt it in my heart.

If I know my family they are freaking out. Mom and Dad are probably on their way down to the locker room, the others will be worried waiting for word about my condition. Texting each other until they have all the details. The family emergency tree is already being activated and notifying anyone who isn't here about what's happening.

"Bradford! Bradford!" I heard the sweet worried voice calling my name and reached for the driver's shoulder.

"Stop! Stop! Wait for her! She's my fiancé," I told the crew who were unaware of who Holly was.

"Come on, crawl up here," I told her as she reached the cart. Holly hesitated for a moment before Derrick ran up behind her and picked her up, setting her in the cart next to me.

"Let's go!" He called out and clung to the side of the cart as he stepped up on the side rail.

We drove down the tunnel and into the vacant quiet of the building where everyone had vacated for the game. Holly sat quietly next to me holding my hand as she looked around wide eyed at her surroundings.

"Your dad is coming. He sent me ahead," she spoke in a whisper. "He said you might need me. I don't know what I can do to help you."

"Just being here helps, Holly." Bringing her hand to my lips I kiss it. We hit a bump and I cry out in pain instantly.

"Be careful! He's in pain!" Holly yelled at the driver.

"He knows, baby. How's Tempy?" I asked, trying to keep her mind occupied.

"She's scared. She saw you get tackled. She was crying in Madeline's arms when I left. I left her up there and... oh no, the child services people. They saw that! Bradford, I just left her alone to get to you."

Derrick touched her shoulder as the cart stopped, "Tempy isn't alone. She's with your family. She's in good hands and we will fight tooth and nail for her for you. No one is taking that little girl away from you two. I promise you that."

It was a relief to hear but it wasn't over by a long shot. Holly got out of the cart and stepped back out of the way while the medical team helped me off the cart. She stayed close to Derrick while I was taken in to be examined and sat with my dad while I was worked on.

Laying on the bed as they did an ultrasound on my shoulder, I got the bad news. "Your shoulder is dislocated. We can deal with that easily enough but, you tore your rotator cuff. You need surgery, Bradford. You're out for the season."

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