Saturday, August 06, 2016

Intimidating Adversity: Day 6

Word Count: 36,013

Summary of Events:
Gresham invited his girlfriend over and Lane and Campbell had dinner with the couple before going out to do their own thing. The Intimidators were drubbing the Asheville Tourists terribly when a pitch hit Lane in the jaw, putting him out of competition six to eight weeks which meant, unfortunately, that he would be able to attend his mom's third wedding in his lifetime — fifth total — after all.

Excerpt of the Day:
"The top half of the inning passed by quickly, although the Tourists managed to scrape up two runs and lessen the lead to seven runs, both of their runners were greeted by resounding boos from the Kannapolis faithful.
Lane didn't know if that was quite necessary, but he couldn't do anything about it at the moment, so he didn't. He just watched as the sides were changed and Merlino and Campbell got runs. Frasier had gotten close, but was not quite successful.
Once again, it was Lane's turn. The crowd cheered. Lane knew they were ready to see another home run. He had a feeling he had to be approaching some kind of record with all of these runs.
Standing in the batter's box, he held his bat over his shoulder and waited as the pitcher slowly pulled back, looking savage and enraged, and also like he was muttering profanities under his breath.
Lane waited for the ball to come his way. The pitcher began to move into the release.
Suddenly searing pain shrieked through Lane's jaw and he dropped the bat, crying out in pain.
He closed his mouth and dropped to his knees, which jarred his jaw and caused him to cry out again. He felt liquid leave his mouth, and all he could taste was blood. He could hear people talking with urgent voices, and the fans murmuring din behind it all.
"Oh my goodness," Lane heard someone say.
A finger touched his jaw at the sore spot and he swatted it away violently. Someone shoved a towel to his mouth and he swatted them away too, but managed to hang onto the towel and lighten it's pressure against his jaw.
Soon hands grabbed his arms and hauled him to his feet. He walked briskly to match the pace of the medics flanking him, he barely saw them through the terrible pain. They sat him down and removed the towel.
Lane whimpered as they moved his head around, he guessed they were looking at his jaw from all sorts of different angles, not that he was sure why. He just knew it hurt and wanted them to get him to the hospital as fast as possible.
Soon he heard more voices and then he was manoeuvred into a laying position before beginning to find the pain wasn't so strong as it had been. In fact, all of his senses seemed to be dulling. Finally, everything was washed over by a wave of inky darkness."

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