Loving the Game

* Broken Bones Pt. 2 *

I jogged around the first floor of the gym looking for where they might have taken him. Once I passed the concession I had ran around in a circle. Pointless. Maybe I'd just have to wait to see him again. Maybe they took him completely out the gym and it was worse than what it was lead out to be.
Just when I was about to give up I heard a yell coming from down the hall. I speed walked to where I thought the scream was coming from. I stopped in front of a door labeled equipment room. I pushed open the door without knocking. "D!?" I asked once I swung the door wide open. Two paramedics stood next to his body laying down on a table. The male one was wrapping his foot up with an ace bandage and woman was getting ready to inject him with a shot. "You shouldn't be in here," the blonde haired woman warned me. I ignored her and continued to walk in. Deshawn had one arm on top of his forehead and the other clinging to his jersey. He hadn't looked my way yet until I came near him.
"What are you doing?" He fussed at me.
"Are you okay?!" I asked looking down at his foot,"What's wrong with his foot?"
"Sprung ankle and one of the bones in his foot cracked. Minor injury but he won't play for a week or so. Gives it the proper amount of healing time," the man stated.
"No I have games to play next week!" D hollered at the EMT.
"Well not like this your not. Unless you want to take the chance of breaking the entire bone and risking the rest of your basketball career."
Deshawn looked as if he wanted to punch the paramedic in the face. "This can not be happening to me right now," Deshawn murmured under his breath. I felt bad for him knowing how much he loved to play. "This is to numb the pain," the woman said as she stuck the finger long needle in his leg.
"Fuck!" D flinched as he reached for my arm and grabbed it. I took my free arm and rubbed his cheek to show comfort. The medics stood there for a moment packing their equipment back up. They told me that he was good to go as they left. D finally sat up ok the wooden table and looked at me.
"How do you feel?"
Nothing. He just sat there and stared blankly at me.
"It's going to be ok you know? It's just a week. Not forever."
Deshawn cocked his head to the side and looked me up and down. He let out a sigh but still no comment.
"Did I do something?" I asked wondering why he wasn't responding.
"Yea you did," he nodded.
"What is that?" I put one hand on my hip.
Deshawn shook his head," This would've never happened. Never have I ever been hurt before during the season."
"It a first time for everything. Doesn't mean it's my fault."
"Yes it is. I'm hurt because of you. If you hadn't been such a goddamn distraction for the past few weeks I would be on the court and not in some closed up closet getting doctored on!"
"Oh so it's my fault that you've been distracted?" I asked flabbergasted by his remarks.
"Yes! You're the distraction! I've been off my top game ever since you've been around me." He admitted.
"And you're blaming me for that!? For your problems?"
D just sat there and stared at the floor. I couldn't believe he felt this way. That he thought that I was the one throwing his life off balance. It's not like I ever asked him to take me on a $300 dollar date in the first place. He should be thinking bout what I've had happen to me since I began dealing with him. And we aren't even in a relationship. Even though that's what I wanted and I thought he some what wanted but couldn't have until the BM drama was over.
"Fine then. You won't have to worry about me being a 'distraction' any more." I scoffed heading for the door.
"Bri," he called.
"What!?" I asked not turning around to face him.
"Not all distractions are bad."
"Not true according to you," I retorted," it's like you are confusing yourself right now. You're taking your anger and frustration out on me and I've done nothing to you. But you and I both know you feel some type of way about me. All I was trying to do was being a good...friend...to you by making sure you were okay, but this is the gratitude I get from you? You know what? Fuck you."
"What if I don't want to be your friend?" He asked lowly.
"Well you have a funny ass way of showing it."
"I'm sorry, I'm just...I'm confused, frustrated, and highly pissed. And I just say things I don't mean sometimes."
"But is any of that my fault?"
Deshawn shook his head," Nah, not really."
I shook my head at him," I'm going to let you blow your steam off. Maybe then you can talk to me like a man not an immature boy."
"Let's not go there. There's a lot on my mind lately, ok? And excuse me if I'm not that good at communicating about it but it doesn't help if you give up on me."
I finally turned around to look at him. You really couldn't stay mad at that face.
"Don't give up on me just yet," he pleaded with me and I nodded because I didn't want to give up either.