Chapter FiveMatt ran out to where Dusty was curled over, clutching her chest. “Damn! I’m sorry. Are you okay?”
She shot him a nod, but no smile. Obviously, she wasn’t okay. He paced, not knowing what to do. He couldn’t very well rub it, could he? Damn, he hated not taking action.
“It’s okay,” she squeaked out, slumped down on her knees. “I’ll be fine.”
A trainer ran out. He bent over, resting his hands on his knees. “Can you breathe?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Come on. I’m taking you in for an x-ray.” He cupped her elbow and helped her to her feet. Matt took her other arm. He walked with them to the medical room.
“This is as far as you go, Jackson,” the trainer said.
Matt nodded. “I’ll be out here when you’re done.”
Cal Crawley tapped Matt on the shoulder. “Give Dan some practice, will ya,
