The Last Play

More Than Friends

I woke the next morning to a knock on the door, it was the nurse.

"You couldn't let me sleep. I'm the one with a broken neck hear." I said, highly agitated.

"Haha, very funny. But were going to start simple therapy on your arms so you can move them better."

"Are you going to tell my your name? I like knowing whom I'm with," I said, she gives me this look that says 'you don't have to be a complete asshole'.

"Theresa, now you're going to have to behave if you want this to go faster." She turned around to get something from the corner of the room. I tried moving my arms more and I was able to lift them at least four times higher than yesterday.

"Hey! I said no moving until I was situated!" Theresa said as she turned around with a stress relief ball.

"Actually no. No you didn't." I said, with my snarkyness level on full blast.

"It was implied!"

"How was it implied? And don't get me wrong I failed the explicit and implicit test in L.A."

Theresa gave me the death glare, to which I gave her my death glare. She turned a way in panic and I smiled at my accomplishment. She wrote something down on the files about me, trying to play off me scaring her.

"Well here, take these and just squeeze them in your hands," she said handing me the stress balls, "it helps your muscles stay warm."

"So like a warm-up?" I ask as I start to squeeze and roll them around in my hand.

"Uhh..." She made a face like I was talking gibberish, "sure. Whatever helps you learn." Theresa turned around and wrote something down again, I decided to have some fun so I flipped one of the balls at my, still sleeping, brothers face. Bullseye, right in the nose.

"Ah shit!" He said, startled awake.

Theresa turned around and glared at me, "It slipped?" I said shrugging my shoulders and laughing.

"No funny business!"

"But it slipped," I argued

"You can't just say that you accidentally hit Colin in the face with a stress ball!" The nurse exclaimed.

"You can if you were actually aiming for the annoying nurse standing in front of your bed," I replied with my lovely smirk. My brother was fighting an urge to laugh his head off. Plus, Theresa's face looked like she was about to blow. And if I was in a cartoon her face would be red and steam would be coming out of her ears.

"Theresa! This is supposed to be a therapy session, not a Comedy Central advertisement!" Someone said from the hallway, the voice sounded familiar though.

"Ha yeah Theresa, get back to work!" Another said, this one also sounding familiar.

"You two try dealing with Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dumb," the nurse said motioning toward me and my brother.

"I call Tweedle-dumb!" My brother shouted.

"I can see why," I mumbled.

"Wait a minute, Ashley? Jacky?" Colin said, standing to get up.

"Oh my god! Colin what are you doing here?" Jacky asked.

Jacky and Ashley walked in, coaches from the training center my team went to. They were really close friends to my brother and me. Helped us out when ever they could, even letting us sleep in the break room there when Katherine brought home some drunk to sleep with.

Ashley saw me first, I avoided eye contact as much as I could. I didn't want to tell her what was happening. They care to much, and wouldn't be able to take it.

"Really guys! This isn't the time for visitors, I'm working hear." Theresa exclaimed.

"Shut it, goody-two-shoes" Ashley spat at Theresa.

"Then I'm helping you here," Jacky walked over to the white board that had my doctors name and nurses name. She erased Theresa's and put her own. Theresa got mad and stormed out of the room.

"She acts like a three year old sometimes!" Jacky said looking over the notes she put down.

"Ali, what happened, how are you in here?" Ashley asked, though I could tell by the look on Jacky's face she read the injuries I had.

"I went to catch a foul ball to end he game, and the person in the batters box hit me across my head with the bat," I said sheepishly. They were always the coaches I wanted to show-off to, prove that I'm a strong player and always wand to bring people up when they're down, or having trouble.

Ashley went up and looked at the paper, her eyes widened. She probably saw the word "paralyzed" or "broken neck" or anyone of the many injuries. I saw my brother in the corner of the room, trying not to cry in front of them. Jacky broke down crying he next second, and Ashley just looked furious.

"What will it take to get them to show up?" Ashely nearly screamed, forgetting about my concussion, she then whispered, "Sorry Ali, didn't mean to scream."

"Chris wouldn't come if it was my funeral, and Katherine is probably to hungover, or piss ass drunk to care," I said ignoring her apology, the pain meds were working anyway.

Ashly and Jacky looked at each other, not knowing what to say, not wanting to believe what I'm saying is the truth.

"Oh save it. You know it's true." Colin said sensing their vibe.

"How do you 'accidentally' hit someone in the head with a bat?" Ashley asks changing the subject.

"That's what makes me believe that it wasn't an accident," I say rubbing the temples of my head.

"Well," Jacky started, "what'd you do to her?"

"What makes you think she did something?" Collin asks coming to support my side.

"I didn't mean it that way, but why would someone do this out of the blue?"

"Nothing. I don't even know her!" I said squeezing the stress balls hard.

"Are you sure?" Ashley asks.

"Positive, unless being a better player than her and prettier than her counts," I said, not entirely joking.

Ashley and my brother went to talking as Jacky helped me with my therapy, saying that I was a fighter, and that I'm improving fast. She thinks it's my softball back round. I think it's luck. If I have any.

Colin and Ashley went to get me food, Jacky went to her other patents when Brittany and Megan showed up.

"What time did Coach say he'd be here?" Brittany asked, walking in, Megan on her heals.

"Same time as yesterday, that was around 5:30-6?" I replied.

"Coolio, now let's watch some of that Once that we missed yesterday!" Brittany said making her self comfortable on the couch, turning on the T.V. and going to the recorded where she apparently recorded it before she left.

"Hey Megan," I said, Megan being her shy self stayed by her sister until I said something. She then came and stood by the edge of the bed.

"Did you get my letter?" She asked.

"I did, and thank you very much!"

Megan started to cry saying "You're too nice for this to happen!" And other things like that.

"Meg, look at me. I'm ok. Just a little banged up, it could've been worse," she started calming down, and I let her lay on the side of the bed with me as we watched Brittany and my favorite T.V. show.