“Wassup?” I asked, ready for them to say whatever it was they had to say.
“It looks like it could just be sprained, but we’ll need to get an MRI to be sure,” TC said.
“Aight,” I started. “Tape me up so I can finish the game,” I demanded.
“Nah, Sam. You need to sit the rest of the game out. Let your shoulder rest,” Coach insisted.
That was not the shit I wanted to hear.
“Fuck!” I bellowed, kicking over the water cooler near me.
I didn’t need this shit right now.
I sat and watched my team play with their heart, but we still lost by a fucking field goal. When the buzzer sounded, I got up and left. I didn’t want to talk to a muthafuckin’ soul.
“Titan, can we get a minute?”
“Titan, how’s your shoulder?”
“Titan, can I ask you a few questions?”
I heard every last reporter shoot off question after question, and I ignored them all. I didn’t feel like this shit today. I made it to the locker room before everybody else and started taking my shit off. As soon as I went to pull my jersey off, the pain from my shoulder shot through my entire body.
“Ahh... fuck!” I yelled right when Tatum came in the door, followed by Kobe and a few other teammates.
“Damn, bro,” Kobe voiced.
TC came in and assisted in taking my jersey off as the team doctor followed him.
“I’m going to tape you up right now, and I want to see you first thing in the morning for an MRI. We don’t want to overlook this Samuels,” he stated.
“I hear you,” was all I said.
When he finished taping me, I threw on a tank top as quickly as I could and left out the locker room. Graves was standing by the door, and I’m glad he was. I didn’t feel like talking to anyone, and he would make sure of that. Once we made it out the tunnel, my family was standing there waiting for me. My mama was the first one to rush toward me.
“Baby, are you okay. Where are you hurt?” She started searching me like I had been shot or something.
“I’m fine, Ma,” I lied.
“No, you’re not, but I know you don’t want to do this here, so come on,” she fussed.
I couldn’t do nothing but shake my head because Aiesha Davis little ass didn’t play.
I looked at Tink and I could see the concern in her face. I pulled her close to me and kissed her forehead.
“You drove here by yourself?” I asked her.
“I-I rode with Nae,” she mentioned.
I looked at Nae before I responded.
“You can follow us back to my spot,” I said, and she agreed.
Graves escorted us the parking lot where everybody got into their cars and headed to my house. As bad as I wanted to drive, I had to let Tink do it. Graves helped me inside and I leaned the seat all the way back. I was glad I drove my Range so I could sit back and not feel cramped.
“Don’t wreck my truck, Tink. I’on wanna be banged up worse than I already am,” I mumbled as I threw my good arm over my face.
I did that because I didn’t feel like talking right now and I know she would try to say some shit to make me feel better and right now, I didn’t want to hear that shit.
