Hdsidelined- The Qb — And Me

Dallas stopped showing up to rehab.

Chanel cornered me in the bathroom after a game. “You know he’s just using you for sympathy, right?” she hissed. “Once he’s healed, you’ll be back to fetching ice.” HDSidelined- The QB and Me

As his primary athletic trainer, it was my job to hunt him down. I found him in the empty locker room, sitting in the dark, still in his practice jersey from three weeks ago. He smelled like stale sweat and defeat. Dallas stopped showing up to rehab

In return, he saw me. He learned that I was paying for school by working three jobs. That my dad had walked out when I was ten. That I’d become a trainer because my little brother had cerebral palsy, and I’d spent my childhood learning to be gentle with fragile things. “Once he’s healed, you’ll be back to fetching ice