"God you’re heavy," I said with a grunt as I helped Miles to his feet.
He smirked, “Thank you.” He was cringing in pain as tried to gain his balance.
The first-aid team had taken him to the clinic in Lethbridge, and I had managed to convince them into letting me tag along. The doctor had said that Miles had a minor concussion and a sprained wrist. The first-aid medic hadn’t been far off.
Funny, actually, how the cast had just been taken off my wrist, and now it was Miles's time to wear it.
"Careful," I warned as Miles reached for the door handle with his sprained wrist.
He sighed, "I'll be out for the next three games, at least."
I nodded, "Your team will manage."
"Did we at least win today?" Miles asked.
I licked my lips, remembering Brynn texting me with the results of the game.
