Rain
A year playing rugby professionally and you would think I would be better at judging things on the field, but no.
Not this time at least.
I made a stupid mistake and sprained my ankle. When it first happened, I was wailing at the top of my lungs and crying that I had broken it. Jesse calmly walked over to me, giving it a poke.
“It’s not broken,” he said based on my reaction to the pain.
I scowled. “It hurt!
“Yes, but if it was broken it would hurt a lot more.”
Technically, Jesse wasn’t wrong. If it was broken it would hurt a lot more, but it didn’t make me feel any better because my leg hurt!
“Let’s stop staring at him and get him off the field,” Colby muttered as he came up beside me.
Together, Jesse and Colby helped lift me off the ground. I grunted, trying not to put any w
