Re: Talking to the Coach
Sims nodded to the Offesne, he said to Bronk as Miles Dragged hinmtowards the Bench,..get that Blood stopped , or they'll keep you off the field...
bronk was still fuming,..Bastard..can't make a Play so he has to grab someones grill?...dammit...wait till the next run play...
Harry pushed Adam towards the training Table,when did this happen..face mask..or hit?
..waht?..Huh?..I dunno..took off my helmet and there was blood...son of bitch..I'm gonna...
eae up , Bomb...I have to stich it...then tape it...you want it numb or not...
his eyebrows were furrowed in anger, his eyes turned up to look at HArry,..how many?
...Two..and the tape....
..no..go ahead.....
Harry nodded to his assistant and she wiped Bronk's forehead, then steried it...Ow!..Comon!...the damn needle won't hurt that much!...
The girl giggled a bit and Harry said,...yes it will.....
the Needle went In, Adam Winced and gritted his teeth..Sloan face paled...at least..turned light brown!..he moved to the Bench and sat down covering his eyes.
the second stich followed, and Harry deftly Tied it off, clipped the stich then put a Bit tape over the bit of guaze that covered it...I'm going to adjust the pads in the front...should keep the headache away...
as he fussed with the Helmet, the girl gave Adam two pills and a glass of water..he took them without even asking...a few Moments later Adams Helmet fit, but it was not going to be a fun time.
He moved over to the Bench and sat on the top part of the bench, his feet on the seat as he looked at Ben and Lucas.....Nice Blocks guys..good Run Lucas....