SERA
After Damon left with a sardonic smile still in my mind, I looked over to Ace who was being handled by Cal. Beck was standing not far away holding his racket. Instantly, I felt worry creep into my chest, even though I knew Ace was a strong person. I tried to suppress the annoyance that was still bubbling up, and focus on this situation.
I knelt down beside Ace who was still sitting on the field, clutching his ankle which was starting to swell. His facial expression was a mixture of pain and annoyance that he tried to hide behind a faint smile.
“Ace, are you okay?” I asked, even though he clearly wasn't.
Cal crouched on Ace’s other side, his hands moving efficiently as he examined the injury. “It’s not a fracture, but it looks like a sprain. We need to get him to his room and ice i
