Rhys and Noah started to discuss the few players that have broken their own leg by fouling off a pitch into themselves. Surprisingly, the number was low. Maybe once or twice a season, it'll happen to an unlucky batter. The only question I had now was, am I lucky? I wouldn't say so before, but lately I've been feeling good about my life.
I frowned as I replayed what had happened. I swung my bat low, but the pitch was definitely going to be a ball. I only reached it because I brought my hands straight down. That, plus the spin of the ball, is what probably led to me getting hurt. I swallowed a lump in my throat and looked at Noah. "Can you...go get my bat?" I had a bad hunch that something bad happened.
Noah was surprised by my request, but still got up. "Yea! Sure! I'll be right back!" He took off running to the bullpen.
