Chapter 4
The ER doc informed me I had broken both wrists and had a concussion. He also said my cold was actually the flu. Between the virus and pain meds, I was out flat for a whole week. I put myself in quarantine. “Stay away at least seven days,” I told Gordon. “I don’t want you catching my germs and ruining your training.” I had to lay down the law, even though I was going to miss him like mad. He obeyed—for almost the whole week—and then he dropped by. After five gentle knocks, he let himself in. “Your dad gave me a key. I didn’t want to wake you.”
“I’m up,” I said from my sick bed on the couch. In fleecy plaid pajama pants and a striped shirt not even in the same color family, my attire was as mismatched as Gordon’s green sweatpants and heather blue hoodie. We were no slaves to fas
