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“Alittle.”Kimaccepted the bottle of water and took a long drink. “Idon’t know whyItook my eyes off the ball.Stupid.”
“Weall get distracted at times.Epicvolley,”Tomsaid with a smile.
“UntilIstopped it with my face.”
Davegently touchedKim’sskin, where the swelling on her forehead seemed more pronounced. “You’relucky it didn’t break your nose,” he said.
“Noblack eyes?”
“Idon’t think so,”Tomsaid. “Isuspect you’ll have headaches, neck pain, stiffness, and a few achy joints.Justto be safe, let’s get aCTscan.”
Kimfrowned. “Youthink it’s necessary?”
Tomnodded and typed on his phone. “Cassie’sbringing the car around to the service road.Justa few minutes.I’llcall ahead and alert them to stand by for the scan.Itshould shorten the wait.Soundgood?”
Kimnodded in agreement asDavescanned the court forSpence. “Willyou let him know?” she asked.Davelooked atKimbefore walking away.
“Ofcourse.Backin a minute.”
WithKim’sbag slung over his shoulder,Spencereturned withDave.Then,TomandDaveassistedKimin standing, andTomwatched for a few moments to see if she steadied. “Thinkyou can walk?”
“Yes,”Kimmanaged a grin. “Justa bit woozy.”
“Doyou want anything from your bag?”Spencestepped toward her.
“I… don’t… not sure?”Spencesaw the confusion in her expression and smiled reassuringly.
“I’lltake it,”Davesaid, moving aside soSpencecould take his place.
“SorryIflubbed that play,” she whispered when he slipped his arm around her waist. “What’sgoing to happen with the tournament?”
“They’reworking on that.Noworries, babe.”
“Iwant to finish the match,Spence.”
Spencechuckled. “Iknow,Popcorn, but you need to get checked; don’t take any chances with your beautiful brain.”Hisfingers brushed against her cheek. “Doyou want me to go with you?”Hespoke so softly that onlyKimheard him.
Shepressed her palm against his chest. “Yes…Butyou should stay here.Thetournament.Themedia.Yourteam.”Shemet his eyes, andSpencerecognized her stubborn expression and felt her frustration bubbling. “Pleasedon’t leave because of me,Spence.”
Hekissed her forehead. “Iwant to go with you.I…”Hestopped whenDaveclapped his hand on his shoulder.
“Readyto go,Kimmy?”Davesaid. “Let’sget you to the car.”
“Textme when you can, babe,”Spencesaid.
“I’lllet you know,”Daveanswered for her. “C’mon,Kim, lean against me.”
“Winthe match—tell the guys,”Kimsaid asDaveguided her off the court.
Spencewatched as they slowly walked a few yards, smothering a smile whenDavestopped, handedTomthe bag, and scoopedKiminto his arms.ExactlywhatIwanted to do.She’sin good hands.I’dget in the way.
Unpreparedfor the sudden wave of emotion,Spenceprayed as he watched them leave the quadrangle.Hefought the urge to jog after them and watched until they were out of sight.
Heturned and walked toward his team, scanning the crowd.Hesaw his teammates gathered aroundTimCarlsonas he encouraged them to get their minds back in the game.Spencecould feel their energy and determination to win the match.HeknewKim’sspirits would brighten despite her injury if they won this game and the tournament.
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Kimshivered as she waited for the results of herCTscan.Thethin hospital gown offered little warmth, even under a blanket, and she trembled from the cold.Anurse appeared, carrying a stack of covers.
