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Lucas, Hunter, and I share a knowing look.
“Training,” says Hunter.
“Fuck loads of training,” Lucas adds.
Alex winces. “I suspected he overdid it a bit,” he groans while tossing back his head. “Well, he’s safe. And he’s awake. He passed out from the pain, but now the bastard won’t stop talking, demanding for coffee and food.” He nods towards the hallway. “I’m on coffee duty for now. You all will be here for a bit I’m assuming?”
Lucas, Hunter, and I nod.
“I’ll be back then.”
I watch Alex leave, feeling my heart swell with something as I watch him walk down the hall. This man, Seth’s rival, had helped him in his time of need. I have no clue how I’m going to repay him. All I know is Alex Goode is an amazing guy. Seth should be lucky to have such an adversary, possibly a friend in disguise.
“Alright, let’s see how bad it is then,” says Lucas while grabbing the handle to door 411 and pushing it open.
We pause in the threshold staring at Seth with his foot hanging in a sling. The room is tiny with an old, small TV hanging on the wall. There’s a softbeepbeepfrom the machine resting next to Seth.
“You’re back already?” Seth rasps while turning towards us, his eyes widening for a moment. An IV sticks out of his arm and he’s dressed in a hospital gown rather than his running attire. Despite knowing he’s fine, my eyes still prickle with tears and I run to him, throwing my arms around his neck.
“I was so worried,” I sob against him, nuzzling my face against his cheek.
“I’m fine,” Seth says softly while stroking my back. “You have nothing to worry about. I’m fine.”
“You look like shit,” says Hunter while I pull away.
Seth chuckles, pushing the locks away from his forehead. He buries himself deeper into his pillows. I notice his face is gaunt and there are dark circles under his eyes. “I definitely feel like shit. Thankfully, they gave me some drugs for the pain.”
“What happened?” Asks Lucas, standing at the foot of the bed with arms crossed.
Seth squints at Lucas, making a face before quickly shaking his head. “Is it the drugs, or are you covered in paint, Lucas?”
Lucas’s gaze darkens. “I did it for you numb nuts. To show support.”
Seth sputters. “Some support. You look ridiculous.”
“And you look like you could use a punch in the face.”
The door opens and all four of us turn towards the sound. I’m expecting to see Alex with food and coffee, but instead a doctor stands in the doorway, holding a clipboard and reading through some papers. He lifts his gaze, flinching when he sees all four of us staring at him.
“Whoa,” he starts. “I see you have some guests, MonsieurGarcia.”
I sit at the foot of Seth’s bed, fear taking hold of me while the doctor kicks the door closed and approach’s Seth.
“Well, everything appears to be fine now,” the doctor continues.
“What exactly happened?” Lucas asks.
“MonsieurGarcia has a fracture on his heel, specifically known as a calcaneal fracture.”
“So his heel is broken?” asks Hunter while leaning against the bed frame. “How does that happen?”
“From overuse or repetitive stress on the heel bone. It’s not uncommon for runners such as MonsieurGarcia to experience it if they are overtraining.”
Hunter, Lucas, and I turn to Seth, who gives us a sheepish smile. “Whoops,” he says simply while twiddling his fingers.
“Should we say I told you so?” Hunter asks.
Seth grimaces. “Please don’t,” he groans. “I already feel terrible enough as it is.”
