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I agreed and moved to the edge of the bed, dropping my legs over the side to sit next to him. I needed to find some clothes.
"I don't think I moved at all after you left."
I was sure I could sleep another ten hours. I clenched my eyes shut then opened them, still feeling so tired.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
"Honestly? I hated that I missed practice, but I feel much better." I paused, my lips forming a thin, flat line. I didn't want to speak my next set of words, but he needed to hear them. "Thanks for making me skip today. You were right, I needed it badly. If you hadn't insisted, I would've been there and who knows what would've happened."
He shrugged shamelessly. "Good thing the gym is closed tomorrow, because I do expect you at the gym bright and early Monday morning."
My heart bloomed with happiness. He was sensitive yet stern. I kind of loved it.
"I'll be there with bells on."
"Coach knows best."
A chuckle escaped me. I laid back down and cuddled under the blanket. "Don't go getting cocky on me, Coach." I paused, somberness overtaking me. "Can you stay?"
Kova looked at me for a long moment like he was contemplating his answer, then nodded.
"Can you do me a favor? Can you get my medicine bottles and a glass of water for me?"
"Of course."
Kova came back and placed a glass on my nightstand then lined up the bottles so I could read the labels. "Your father called me."
I froze, panic heaving through me. I sat up. "What'd you say?"
"He was concerned about you and said your phone was off. I told him I would check on you and let him know."
"Shit. My phone is in the car. I forgot all about it." He must've been so worried he couldn’t get ahold of me, especially during the hurricane.
Kova opened a can of ginger ale and placed it next to the water, then he reached into his bag and revealed a sleeve of crackers. One by one I poured the pills into a pile on the comforter. A groan vibrated in the back of my throat. I hated having to take so many a day.
"Do you have your phone? I'll call him now."
He grimaced. "You broke it."
My brows shot up, remorse staining my cheeks. "I did?"
"When you slammed it down, you cracked the screen. It still works, but be careful not to touch the glass. I do not want you cutting yourself."
"I'm sorry," I said, my voice low. I did get a little heated when he was talking to his wife on the phone.
One side of his mouth tugged up. He reached into his pocket and pulled the phone out. "It is okay. Nothing that cannot be replaced." He handed it to me.
I dialed my dad.
"Konstantin?"
"No, it's me, Dad."
"Adrianna? Are you okay? Of all times you don't answer, and during a hurricane?" he roared. I clenched my eyes shut, shame filling me that I’d worried him so badly.
"I'm so sorry, Dad. My phone died and I've just been so tired and sick that I came home and went right to sleep. I think I was having a bad flare up... I don't know. I didn't mean to make you panic."
His voice morphed from angry and panic stricken to distressed and concerned. "Sick? What's wrong?"
