Dugout Girl

Chapter Seven

The boys dropped their series to the Chicago White Sox and won their first series against the Colorado Rockies at Coors Field.

I got my stitches out Monday. A day early because they wanted me to start my physio early.

I enjoyed my session yesterday only because I got to watch the afternoon game.

When the guys go back from Colorado they all came and visited me when they flew back in.

I had a very nice scar from the surgery, but I don't exactly hate it. It's just a reminder that I'm a fighter.

I had to wear a sling so I wouldn't move my shoulder because I couldn't exactly wear a brace on my shoulder.

I needed help getting dressed and it was really embarrassing. I don't know what I'm going to do when I get to go home.

"Hey Lucy," Ryan said from the doorway.

"Hey, come on in but be quiet because David finally fell asleep," I told him.

"How's the arm?"

"It's alright, I started my physio which I'll be doing for the next six months. Yay me," I said rolling my eyes.

"Yeah, so are you allowed to be like signed out or anything?" He asked.

"Yeah why?"

"Well remember the day I kissed you in your apartment, after I told everyone that you liked me and I liked you back?" I nodded. "Well I told you that I wanted to take you on a date, so will you go on a date with me?"

"Of course I will!" I squealed then remembered that David was sleeping.

I wrote him a quick note, well actually not that quick because i had to use my left hand, then asked Ryan to help me into my Under Armour shirt.

I still ached everywhere. And he was so gentle helping me into my shirt and sling again.

It was a bad idea to pick a long sleeve shirt but I didn't care. I then slipped on my jersey and went to the bathroom to awkwardly put on my pants and socks.

When I got out I asked Ryan to pull my socks up my legs. Then I asked him to tie my cleats.

"This is so embarrassing," I told him.

"What, me helping you?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm twenty one years old and can't even dress myself anymore."

"You can't help that you got hurt. I'm here to help you Luce. Anytime you need help I'm here for you," he said once he finished tieing my cleats.

"I can help that I got hurt, but what can I do now? I know you're always just a call away. Except when you're on the road," I said getting off my bed.

"Haha yeah but soon enough you'll be coming on the road with us," he said laughing. "Do you want me to braid your hair?"

"You can braid hair?" I asked surprised.

"Yes now don't be so surprised!" He exclaimed, beckoning me to sit down.

He had my hair braided in five minutes and he can braid better than me.

"It's pretty bad when you can french braid better than me," I said putting my ball cap on.

"It's guess it is, now come on I have a batting practice to attend," he said grabbing my good hand and signing me out.

We drove the ten minutes to the ball park and my phone started ringing. It was David.

"I'm going to the ball park with Ryan I'll be fine," I said.