“I was reluctant to do it myself so I asked a big pick-up truck to help me,” Jill explained mockingly. “The truck did a great job, making such ... nice fracture.” “It seems you are serious,” Jill said and looked intently at the doctor. “Of course, I am serious. The fracture is not displaced, and there is no need of surgery. I am not being paid to make fun of the patients,” he said and laughed. “This truck obviously had the penchant for making things nice, but I would like to find the driver. "Gerry looked around and then at Coach and said, "We're busted!", looking a bit panicked."Calm down. None of you are here for a dressing down, or even a reprimand, but you all know why you're here, I'm thinking. I didn't want any inter-player relationships because they can be a cancer, but each of you handled it smartly and never made a public thing about being couples. If I didn't already know that I had 3 little romances on my hands here, Dean Crawford just told me about them." Jared began,. He’d told her to wait, his hand brushing the vulnerable curve of her bottom before he had disappeared from her side. The blindfold took away her sight, forcing her to reach out with her other senses to feel him in the room. She strained to hear over the gentle whoosh of the fan, and her heart thumping in her ears with nervous anticipation. She held the pose because she knew he watched her even if she couldn’t find him. But God did she need him. How long had it been? That question bounced around. ..If the beeping thing was torturing me, then I wasn't dead, right?Let's see...Arms?Check.Legs?Check. Right leg hurts like fire, but it's definitely right where I left it.Fingers and toes?Check and check-check.My chest hurt like someone used it to light off fireworks. The burn was going to be a problem if it kept up very long.Head – Ok, let's take that one slowly...HOLY CRAP!!!!!I've got a head, but it isn't nice.'So, ' I thought. 'How dead am I?'The answer to that question stumped me to the.