“hey, no, no, no, what is it? your knee? your head? can you stand?” i ask my voice on a level of panic you could only dream of.

we were playing against the connecticut sun, and we were winning. one of the players got to rough and you landed the wrong way and down you went, and i knew. i knew from the way you immediately cried, or how your hands were on the back of your head as if to sheild you from the pain you were in, i knew it was bad.

and i wanted to cry, i would rather it be me a hundred times over than you, we just got to the league, drafted on the same team, youve been through so, so much to get here, and the universe decided, that wasnt enough