While we were celebrating our win, getting on the bus, we found out that the lower levels had lost again. Close games they couldn't pull out of. It didn't affect me, but Coach certainly frowned when talking it over with the coaches. It hit the back of my mind once we got back to school.
I carried Dave's bag as Noah and Kyle helped him to the car, not letting him put any pressure on his ankle. At home, we met up with Mom, Dad, and Grampa.
Dave was taken to the couch in the living room. Everyone hovered as Mom took a look at his ankle.
"ER for sure." Mom frowned. "It's so swollen. Did you actually keep the ice on?"
"Yes, Mom." Dave said.
"Want to take him now?" Dad asked. "You or me?"
"I will." Mom said.
"Can I eat first?" Dave pouted.
Mom hesitated. It was getting late.
