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Chapter 2

Kelly slowly opened her eyes and tried to adjust her vision to the pale walls. She turned her head and tried to move. It was then that she realized her right leg was in a cast up to her hip and suspended from a series of pulleys that looked like something from a torture chamber.

The scent of antiseptic filled her nostrils. She swallowed and started to cough from the dryness in her throat.

The coughing stirred David out of his fitful sleep. He jumped up from the hard plastic chair and went to her bedside. He took her hand.

“K. It’s me, David.”

“I know who you are, David. I didn’t hit my head.”

He grinned. “Still have your sense of humor, I see.”

“I hate to bother you, but could I have some water?”

“Sure. Sure.” He rounded the bed to the nightstand and poured her a glass of water from the blue plastic carafe that matched the plastic cup and the plastic chair. The hospital room decor gave David the creeps.

He held the back of her head as she gulped from the cup.

“Thanks.” She sank back against the pillows. “So…how bad is it?”

He braced his forearms against the railing of the bed and leaned in close. “There’s plenty of time to talk about that. You need to rest.”

“Don’t play games with me, David. I’m a big girl.”

He worked his jaw for a moment. “It will be a while before you can get back on the track. There are pins and braces and all sorts of metal contraptions holding your ankle together.”

She squeezed her eyes shut and muttered a curse under her breath. “So I guess this means I’m out of the trials.”

He nodded his head. “Yeah, but we are going to get you back in fighting shape in no time. I’ve already started making some calls.”

“Calls? What kind of calls?”

“To rehab centers in New York.”

“What? I don’t want to go to New York.”

“They have the best rehabilitation centers in the country, Kelly. And you are going to have the best. You definitely can’t stay in Atlanta. The press wouldn’t let you breathe and you know it. It’s the only way to keep the wolves at bay.”

She started to protest but knew David was right. When she’d been injured six months earlier the press had been so persistent that they actually camped out on her doorstep all night long hoping to get a glimpse of her. They even posed as hospital workers just to get some shots of her. She felt a little shiver at the memory.

David patted her shoulder. “It’s going to be all right. I’m with you all the way.”

She looked up at him and his smile was full of reassurance. David had been in her corner for as long as she could remember. He was her friend, her mentor, her coach and pretty much the only person she could call family. She relied on him for everything. He believed in her when she didn’t believe in herself and the critics tried to downplay her abilities, or cook up one scandal after another about her. He was the one who faced the press when she was too emotionally drained to do so herself. He knew how to get the very best out of her, make her drag things out of herself that she didn’t think she was capable of. He’d made her a champion. She owed him. And he knew it.

“I trust you, David. If you think it’s best.”

He stroked her cheek. “Yeah, I do.”

“Does the press know?”

“I’ll take care of the press. Don’t worry about it. I’ll handle it.”

“But what about the team? I…”

“Listen, they all know you’re the best and they want the best for you. Everyone has been hanging around waiting for you to wake up so that they can tell you how much you mean to the team.” He cocked his head over his shoulder. “They’re out in the waiting room.”

She wiped her eyes. “I must look a mess.”

“Not at all,” he said softly.

“Tell me anything.” She tried to brush back her hair, which she usually wore in a ponytail. Her hair was her one attribute that made everyone take a second look. It was just beyond her shoulders, rich, black and smooth as satin. She owed it all to her great-grandmother who was a full-blooded Cherokee Indian. The American-Indian genes seemed to miss everyone else in her family but settled solidly in every fiber of Kelly’s being, from the high cheeks and dark piercing eyes to an incredible love for the outdoors and nature. But it hadn’t always been that way. She inhaled deeply and pushed the images away.

“Should I let them in?”

Kelly nodded slowly. “Is Stephanie out there?”

“Yes.”

Kelly rolled her eyes. “She must be feeling pretty good. This couldn’t have worked out better for her if she’d planned it herself.”

“K, now is not the time to worry about Stephanie. She’ll always be number two. You know it, the team knows it and so do sports fans.”

She looked away.

“I’m gonna let them come in for a few minutes and then you get some rest.”

Slowly she nodded her head.

Kelly stared up at the off-white ceiling, contemplating her future. The sound of well wishes from her teammates still rang in her ears. She glanced down at her leg and her stomach muscles tensed. Would she ever be able to run again? Was her career, her life over?

She should have listened to her grandmother years ago when she told her that she needed more than “good hair” and speed to get through life. The only profession she’d ever had was that of an athlete. She’d never worked a real job and had no marketable skills. Sure she had a degree in Liberal Arts and that was about as valuable as a three-dollar bill. The only way she’d made it through high school and then college was because she could run. What would she do if she couldn’t run ever again? The question plagued her throughout the night as her dreams were filled with dismal visions of her watching from the sidelines as life sped past her and when her name was mentioned in sports circles, no one could remember who she was, and she reverted back to the girl who no one hated more than she did.