Ivy pov:
"You shouldn't be walking anywhere right now," I said, catching up to him as he pushed through my door and into the hallway, his hand still braced against the wall like the world was tilting slightly beneath him.
"I don't have a choice." His voice was tight, controlled in that clipped way I remembered from before…before the accident stole the version of him that used to laugh easily and hold nothing back.
"If Coach thinks I'm hiding an injury, he'll pull me from Saturday's game. If he pulls me from Saturday's game, scouts start asking questions. If scouts start asking questions…"
"Noah." I stepped in front of him, forcing him to stop. "You almost passed out ten minutes ago. You don't remember pieces of your own life. This isn't about Saturday's game anymore."
His jaw tighten
