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Johnny’s entire body was shaking. His face was contorted in pain.
He was rattling from head to toe.
“You’re injured, kid,” Coach snapped. “Do you hear me? Your body is falling apart and you’re in here doing the fucking eejit with a girl!”
“Alright, everyone just calm down,” the male paramedic ordered as he marched over to Johnny and knelt in front of him. “What have we got here, son?”
“I already told the doctor,” Johnny bit out, shaking violently now.
“Humor me,” the paramedic replied.
“Torn adductor.” Exhaling a ragged breath, Johnny slumped back and closed his eyes. “I had surgery on the twentieth of December,” he explained, sounding thoroughly defeated. “It hasn’t healed.”
“Because he hasn’t given his body a chance to heal,” Coach interjected. “His teammate and friend told me that this has been an ongoing issue he’s been hiding from us.”
“Like you give a shite,” Johnny snarled, eyes flashing with fury. “You have your trophies and your final secured, don’t ya?”
“Of course, I give a shit, you little bollox,” Coach snapped. “I give a lot of shits about you, though why is beyond me!”
“We had a report that you were knocked unconscious for several minutes during a rugby match,” the other paramedic asked, taking down notes.
“From pain,” Johnny admitted gruffly. “There was no head injury.”
“Yet,” Coach bit out. “There’s time for that, yet.”
“Fucking try it,” Johnny grumbled dejectedly. His head lolled slightly and he snapped his head back up, still trembling.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” I whispered, cupping his face to steady him. “You’re okay.”
He shook his head again, eyes looking slightly glazed before finding focus on my face.
“I’m sorry,” he croaked out, voice slurring a little.
“For what?”
“For not”—he closed his eyes and exhaled a pained groan—“kissing you back that night.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I whispered, clutching his face with my hands. “Don’t even think about it right now, okay?”
“I wanted to,” he grunted, clenching his eyes shut as a huge shiver rolled through his body. “I promise.”
“Johnny, it’s okay,” I croaked out, blinking the tears away.
He looked like he was in so much pain, I could hardly take it.
“He needs everything checked over,” Coach barked then, tone laced with concern. “Blood work. X-rays. Scans. Whatever he tells you, ignore it. He’s a gobby little shit who won’t tell you when there’s a problem.”
“Understood,” the female paramedic with the clipboard mused.
“He’s under contract with the Irish Rugby Academy,” Coach added, scrubbing his face with his hand. “All of his notes are in Cork, but he needs to be wrapped in cotton wool.”
“Understood,” the male paramedic replied. Turning to Johnny, he winked. “You’re not the first Academy pup I’ve treated.”
“Maybe your girlfriend can step outside, Johnny,” the female paramedic suggested.
Johnny’s response to her request was to tighten his hold on my hand.
God, he was shaking so bad my whole body was vibrating from the contact.
