Page 178 of Heal Me, Love Me

“I know that too.”

“And I’m probably going to be pissed again later when I remember this better.”

I snorted. “That’s fair.”

His eyes narrowed a little. “Don’t sound relieved about it.”

“I’m not.”

“You kind of are.”

“I’m relieved you’re here to be mad at me.”

The door opened behind us, and Coach Phil walked in, followed by the doctor. I stepped back to give the doc some room to check on Keaton again.

“How’s the dizziness?” the doctor asked.

“Still there.”

“Better or worse?”

“Same.”

“It will probably be an hour or so before it wears off. Take it easy, and you can head back to your hotel.”

“Will do.” Keaton slid off the table. For once, he didn’t try to prove anything. He stood there, blinking through whatever the room did to him as he moved.

“You dizzy?” I asked.

“A little.”

The doctor stepped closer. “Sit back down if it gets worse.”

“I’m okay.” His fingers found mine again, and I held on.

Coach Phil watched the small movement. “You ready to go?” he asked Keaton.

I braced before I could stop myself.

Keaton felt it. His thumb moved against mine. “Rowan’s coming with me.”

Coach Phil nodded. “I figured.”

“He’s staying with me tonight too.”

“Also figured.”

“I am?” I smirked.

“Yeah, you’re stuck with me now, Lockdown.”

I shook my head as I chuckled. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, baby.”

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Keaton

Before we left the arena,Marcos checked in with me and said he’d call me later after I had time to rest. Then we changed and headed out. Rowan and I climbed into the back seat of an SUV while Coach Phil took the front seat with the discharge paperwork in one hand and a small cooler at his feet. He handed Rowan and me each another bottle of HydraRush, then passed back yogurts and bananas with orders to get something in us. I managed a few sips and half a banana while he reviewed the paperwork for what felt like the tenth time and glanced back every few minutes to ask how I was feeling.