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Be around them.
Thus, punch a hole in a wall.
My back had been killing me more than usual today. All I wanted to do was watch Lexi practice, then pick up the dog from daycare and go home and put my feet up.
First, I had to talk to the team doctor and get a new prescription.
Or—more like grab a bottle of pills from him that didn’t have my name on it.
Apparently, you were only allowed so many a month before drawing attention to yourself.
And your doctor.
Which was absolutely crazy. If you had pain—you should be allowed to relieve it. This whole thing was a joke.
No matter what the government said—and what my wife also happened to say—I wasn’t addicted to the crappy pills. I only took them when I needed to.
Yes, my intake had increased.
Because my pain had increased.
So, logically—it all made sense.
My last bottle ran out early this morning, and I’d been suffering ever since.
The team doc hadn’t answered my calls or messages. When one of my buddies said he was meeting the doc after the women’s practice, I decided to drive down here and get what I needed.
“Trey,” Beau said, and I inwardly sighed. I knew that tone. It was his, ‘let’s have a talk’ voice.
And the last thing I wanted to do right now was chat with anyone.
“I’m right here,” I said, purposely keeping my eyes on my wife instead of him.
“Look at me,” Beau requested in a firm voice.
Damn.
He meant business.
“Man, I’m trying to watch my wife. What’s up? Can we talk later?” I tried my best to get out of whatever conversation he wanted to have.
“Yeah, and every time I come over to talk—you’re too tired, or in the middle of something. And, you never come out with us for team shit anymore.”
I shot him a glare and sighed. “Well, maybe if it felt like I was actually on the team, I’d make more of an effort.”
Beau’s eyes focused more on me, now. He scanned my face, then stared down at my hands.
“Why’re your hands shaking?”
I dropped my head—and sure enough, my hands were shaking.
I shook them out, then clenched them together.
“Side effect of getting your head bashed into the boards and a ticket to life support, I guess,” I out and out lied to him. But, mentioning my accident usually made people uncomfortable enough to stop asking questions.
It stopped players from asking questions.
Every player who stepped out on the ice knew the risk.
