CHAPTER TEN
After having an MRI, Brynn was moved to a room on the second floor. She lay in bed, hurting, but Ry’s bad jokes made her laugh. Having him here kept her from getting lost in her thoughts—bad ones about what the future might hold. Though with each passing minute, the worst-case scenario seemed to be the most likely one.
Stop.
No sense borrowing worry. She’d been doing that enough.
Brynn needed to get through this overnight stay and MRI first, and then she could deal with the fallout of the injury and her horrible season.
One step at a time.
She didn’t need Ry to tell her that. He was rubbing off on her. That was good, even if she never would have believed she’d feel that way after speaking to him in the cafeteria on Monday. Had that only been three days ago?
He surveyed t
