351 Game: @ Etna H.S. 6 (2/2)

I shook my head, still refusing to make eye contact.

”That's good.”

What could possibly be good? I just tripped in front of everyone and they're all laughing at me. I lifted the collar of my jersey so I could hide my face. Don't cry. It's pointless.

”Jake?” I heard Noah's voice. ”You okay?”

”He's fine.” Zeke answered. ”Just embarrassed, most likely.”

I nodded, still hiding my face.

I felt a pat on my leg. ”Good to go. Head back to the dugout now. Make sure you didn't scrape your hands or knees.” Zeke told me.

”Let's go back, Jake.” I could feel Noah tugging on my arm. ”Come on. I'm here with you.” I let him help me up and guide me back as I continued to hide my face.

We walked slowly until Noah told me we were in the dugout. I sat down quietly, trying to calm myself on the inside before putting down the jersey.

”Jake? It's me.” I heard Drew nearby. ”Can you let me check you over? You had a nasty fall. Let's make sure those hands aren't torn up or anything.”

I shook my head. My hands didn't hurt. But my pride did. I really didn't want to show my face to anyone right now.

”It wasn't that bad!” Noah seemingly had enough of me hiding. ”Let drew check you out already. If you don't let him do it now, you'll have to do it alone. I have to go to the on deck circle after Zeke's at-bat.”

I don't think I could face anyone alone. I put down the jersey and wiped my cheeks from the few tears that had escaped.

”That's better.” Noah nodded approvingly. ”Check him out doc.”

”I'm not a doctor.” Drew corrected. He then pried my hands off my shirt. ”Let's check the hands.” He pulled gauze out of his bag and wiped my hands. ”Good. They're fine. Nothing cut or bleeding. How about your knees?”

I patted my knees lightly to show that they were fine.

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”Of course he's okay!” Dave ambled over. ”He's already so close to the ground so a trip or two won't hurt him.” He chuckled. ”The only thing that should be hurting is your pride, right?”

I bit my lip, yet gave him a nod in the affirmative.

He laughed a little harder. ”Poor Bambi. Were you scared by Zeke's yell?”

”Zeke yelled?” I mumbled. ”I didn't know.”

”He said not to be distracted.” Dave raised an eyebrow. ”You didn't hear it? He was in the circle when he yelled at you.”

I felt the blood rush to my face. ”Oh. No, I heard it then.”

Drew patted my head and gave me a sympathetic look. ”Well, it'll be forgotten soon. Tell me if anything starts to hurt.” He walked over to Coach to presumably share the news of me being okay.