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The nurse glanced at me and winked, and I laughed.
“Let’s go,” Max said, materializing beside the chair.
I kept my eyes averted the entire way down the hall, listening to his heavy footfalls. Sometimes I wondered if he wore those boots just to sound more intimidating.
Coach was at the front desk, his face an unfortunate purple color.
“Walsh! Owens! Sinclair!” he bellowed the second we were within sight. “Get over here.”
“Do you know him?” the nurse asked.
“He’s my coach.”
“Sinclair!” Coach barked again, closing the rest of the distance between us. “What the hell is the meaning of this?”
“Well, Coach, just felt like totaling my car last night,” I said, not quite coming off as nonchalant as I planned. I really liked that BMW.
“Don’t you backtalk me,” he snapped.
Max stepped forward. “I would advise against yelling at someone with a brain injury.” His voice was quiet. Calm.
Utterly chilling.
Coach slid his eyes at Max. “Navarro.”
I glanced between Coach and Max, brow furrowing. “You know each other?”
Coach started turning purple again.
Max dropped a hand on the armrest of the wheelchair. “Of course. You think I wouldn’t introduce myself to someone you spend so much time with?”
That is exactly what I thought. There was no reason for Max to know Coach.
“What’s the status update?” Coach asked, ignoring our conversation.
“I’m going home.”
Coach pointed to the bandage on my head. “Stitches?”
I nodded.
“You need to tell your doctor he can tell me your condition,” he said, jamming a thumb at my doctor whom I hadn’t even noticed. “I gotta update the team doc. We gotta get a recovery plan in place.”
I nodded. “You can talk to him,” I told my doctor.
The doctor held out a paper. “I need you to sign this.”
Coach took it and handed it to Max, making me gape.
“Why would you hand that to him?I’mthe one who needs to sign it.”
“Thought you had a headache,” Coach mumbled, pushing the paper at me.
I glanced at the waiver and then scrawled my name at the bottom. “Can we go?” I said, growing more exhausted by the minute.
“I’ll be in touch.” Coach promised, and I nodded.
The amount of make-up work I was going to have to do when I was cleared to swim was daunting. All that hard work I’d been doing for months. All the extra training with Ryan… All of it gone.
