Kim was a member of my Dad’s church and also the mother of one of my teammates. She agreed to work with me a couple days a week with a regiment to f...cus on strengthening my shoulder. I was not real happy about some one telling me what to do, but I had no choice. The first week or so I was a real ass. I would not do as Kim instructed and I would half ass do my workouts. One day when my mom dropped me off, Kim met me at the door. She told me that we were not working on my shoulder that day, but. Then you toe off your shoes, kicking them any which way. You tug impatiently at your tie, yanking it off and tossing it away. Your fingers fumble with your shirt buttons, and I ache to help you undress. My fingers tease the edges of my slit as you finish with your shirt, tugging out the tails and shrugging out of it. Your shoulders are nothing short of art; tight, corded muscle held taught under your delectable skin. Your strong chest with its smattering of hair makes me want to run my fingers. Nobody answered and the tension was tangible in a way that made me worry. "How long?" Two weeks," Connor finally spoke up and I gasped. "And you weren't asleep, you were in a coma. It happens sometimes after a particularly traumatic situation." Where am I?" My eyes couldn't seem to focus right, but it didn't look like any hospital I'd ever been to."In one of our guest bedrooms," Marcus said. "Your-," he paused, visibly groping for a word, "condition- would have proved very awkward to try to. I shook my leg a couple of times and returned to line. When I dropped back again, my leg buckled beneath me. I was numb from right butt check to my right big toe. But my lower back felt like it was on fire. I had never experienced anything like it in my life. The training staff sat me down for a few minutes and the feeling in my leg returned. I went back to practice, but the numbness and pain returned as soon as I'd plant my right foot to throw.The coaches insisted I head to the trainer's room.