“It was your leg, wasn't it?” Christie guessed. I nodded. “When did you get here?” “I was here the entire game. Once your mom asked about you saying you were hanging out, I knew you'd be here. I told your mom about my suspicions. I told her not to worry and that if anything happened, I would be there.” “I didn't think you would've let me play.” “It's not like I would've been able to stop you, and I'm glad I didn't. I saw the scouts below me watching you the entire game and scribbling notes. It's crazy to think you wouldn't get a scholarship. Also I saw you playing, you were amazing! You gave it everything you could, that's all anyone could ask for, you delivered.” I closed my eyes and again everything was dark.
I woke up back in the hospital room I woke up in on Monday morning. I could see Mom, Dad, and Christie. I was so happy to see them I didn't even look around the room to see more cards and flowers. I looked at Christie “How'd the game end?” I asked her. “Well after you were carried off the field, the team was ready to forfeit, but I volunteered to play for you. As you can probably imagine, I didn't do too great. The game ended 7-13 so the other team won. I jumped several times from the ball and struck out every at bat and almost every pitch got past me. Otherwise I think it went pretty well.” “Do you think you will ever play again?” I asked comically
That's when everyone broke out laughing. “Oh and I talked to the Coach about what had happened, he thought it was incredibly stupid, but brave. I talked to the scouts as well. They said you played amazing, and you got the Scholarship!” I smiled and nearly cried. From this day forward I had played with the same determination and focus as I had the day we won and lost.