Don't Let Me Fall

Chapter 7: Broken

" Don't quit. Suffer now and live your life as a champion." - Muhummad Ali

Chapter 7

If someone were to ask me what I was thinking at this precise moment I'd say: "Did we get the ball?'" If you were to ask anyone not obsessed with basketball they'd probably say: '"I'm going to die!" not me, of course I'd say: "Did we get the ball?" I am a baller, what other answer could there be?

I tried to straighten my fingers, but was stopped by a severe pain that spread throughout them. That really hurt. A tear formed in my eye. Great I was going to be a girl and cry over a few broken fingers. I curled into a ball, not wanting to get up. I heard the whistle, and the ref call a timeout. Coach Finch and Coach Bear came over to me, along with one of the refs.

"Tell me what happened." Coach Bear asked me.

She crotched next to my position on the floor. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead I just held up my hand, showing her that that was hurt. I winced.

"Get Tim!" She shouted to no one in particular.

Tim, the athletic trainer.

"Alright can you please try to tell me what happened?" She asked again.

"The fat one stepped on my hand." I somehow managed to choke out. She let out a laugh. It honestly wasn't that funny.

"Alright, lets stand up."

I held out my good hand, and placed my other hand across my stomach.

As we began to walk off the court, I felt like everyone in the gym was staring at me, and they probably were.

"Jordan, in for Sam." I heard coach say from behind me.

"Tim's not here." Jordan shouted at us, as she went onto the court.

"Get Noah Duncan, he's a trainer." I said to Coach.

She searched the crowd for Jaxon's dad. When she finally found him in the crowd she waved him down. I saw him get up and make is way down the bleacher steps. He quickly was down the steps and by Coach and me.

My fingers were definitely broken. I'd broken fingers before, and this felt even worse. I'd had several broken fingers, and never had a broken finger made me cry. My pointer, middle, and ring finger were already bruised. The middle one was the worst. It was green and blue, and the other ones were a light shade of purple.

Noah was dressed in a dark blue shirt, along with a pair of khakis. The shirt was probably part of his uniform. He was pretty young. He was probably 35 or 36. He was tall, like Jaxon. He was clearly in shape, you could tell by the way his shirt fit his arms.

I'd always liked Noah. There was just something about him that was likable. Maybe it was his bright and wide smile that he always seemed to wear. Maybe it was the fact that no matter what's happening, he manages to keep a positive outlook on everything.

"Hello." I said through my tears.

"Hi Sam, so tell me what happened?" He asked me.

I sniffled before I began to speak.

"I went for a loose ball, and a girl stepped on my fingers while they were bent," I paused for a moment.

"You know, the big one."

He let out a laugh, just like Coach Bear did.

"I heard a bunch of crunching." I continued.

I could tell he was trying to hide his emotions. He gently took hold of my hand. He slightly moved my middle finger. He pulled my hand closer, and he began to look at the bruising.