"Hey coach" we all greet as coach Yoast walks in to Gerry's hospital room. The whole team had come to see him. Since I was the first person there, I grabbed one of the only two seats in the room, and was sharing with Alan.
Sheryl walks over and gives Gerry a present.
"Is this for me?" He asks her
She gives a quiet nod
"I want you to be my eyes out there, all right?" He asks her. "Any of these guys slack off, you just let me know."
A few of the guys chuckle at that.
"You bet I will" Sheryl says, crying a little. She walks over and crawls onto my lap. I give her a tissue, she wipes her nose on it, then puts it back in my hand. I do my best to contain the disgusted squeal that almost escaped my lips. It must've shown on my face, though, because Alan had to turn away to keep from bursting into laughter. I sneakily stuck the tissue in his pocket and wipe my hand in my jeans.
"How you doing Gerry?" Yoast asks.
"I'm alright, coach." Gerry assures him. "I was talking to these guys about Marshall."
"You know what? We don't need to talk about football." Coach says "I think this is a good time for reflection and for prayer."
"Coach, I'm hurt. I'm not dead." Gerry tells him pointedly
Yoast laughs a little. "No you're not. No you're not."
"You know, uh, Carrie brought me some books about the activities that they got for people in wheelchairs." Gerry tells him. "They got olympics."
Yoast gives me an approving nod from across the room, then goes back to talking to Gerry.
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