Thump.
The tumble.
The crack.
Flash.
Collapsing on the field.
Training staff surrounding me.
Thump.
Walking off the field, feeling the weight of my parents’ stares.
Flash.
Braden’s golden eyes, the way he was already moving for me before I stopped him.
Thump.
Flash.
The tunnel. Bright lights. Cold air against my skin.
“Sit here.”
A bench. Ice pressed into my palm. My wrist already swelling beneath it.
“Don’t move it.”
Thump.
“Where does it hurt?”
“My wrist.”
“How bad?”
“Bad.”
A glance between trainers.
“We’re sending you in.”
Flash.
The car ride blurred. My parents’ voices didn’t.
“Baby, we’re here.”
“I’m okay.”
I wasn’t.
Thump.
The hospital.
