Miller Park; A dangerous haven

I laid limply. Ryan whispered calming phrases in my ears. I closed my eyes and tried to not focus on my massive headache I had just conceived. Yet, more and more people kept huddling around me. I had many people crouched by me, Lucroy and Greinke, who were trying to calm me also. Literally, the entire team stood over me, creating a mountain type shadow. I felt like a poor criminal in court. Well, I'm not sure if I'd feel bad for the criminal.

"Whe…where is the person who is suppose to take of me?" I asked, my voice shaking. I didn't want this to be the end of anything, like having a personality. The Lobotomy procedure but, harsh and unsupervised.

Ryan stroked my blood dried hair, "Soon, don't you worry one bit."

I smiled and swallowed. How could I not, Mister Braun?

"Move!" I heard someone shout, followed by squeaking of tennis shoes. "Guys, please, move!" they shouted again. Sure enough, in scrambled the onsite medic.

"Oh my god," I said, freaking out a bit. My salvation had arrived. He quickly poured a wash on the side of my face. "Son of a bitch…" I said, under my breath. The pain was terrible.

He soon was soon wiping the blood off. Each wipe stinging me more. He dug around in his bag and took out a dressing and some tape. Careful he cleaned the dressing and placed it on the side of my head. Not only was my head throbbing and hurting on the inside, but it stung on the outside. He ripped a few pieces of tape and made a tape chain around the outside of the dressing, securing it to my head. By now, half the team had left.

"Ryan, go get ready, okay, I'll live," I said, grabbing his hand.

Lucroy and Grienke soon left, leaving just Ryan, the medic.

He squeezed my hand. "At least sit up," he looked at the doctor. "Can she sit up?"

"Maybe, here, Blaire, slowly sit up," he said, easing me up.

I sat side saddle. "See Ryan, I'll be okay." In reality, I felt a bit in balanced and I wanted to barf.

Ryan stood up and gave me a nod and ran down the hallway. His mind was racing also. The game was an important one. It was win this one, or no play offs. He wanted to make it the World Series and bring home a win for Milwaukee. And I didn't blame him.

I watch him run and averted my eyes to the medic, who was wrapping my head, "I will be okay, right?" I asked, rather worried.

He gave my dressing a final, tight wrap. "Yeah, even with the blunt force trauma, I'm not worried at all with a concussion, strangely," he laughed. "But I'm taking you back to get one though. Just to be safe, okay?" he said, patting my shoulder.

"Okay," I said, that pat didn't feel too hot. My entire body was sensitive and I wanted to sleep and never wake up.

He offered me his hand and helped me stand up. We slowly walked away and back to the station.

Ryan face palmed.

"What's bothering you?" Jonathan asked Ryan, concerned for his friend.

"Blaire. I don't want her to die. She's too young," he said, tucking in his white jersey. Maybe it was because he had a strangely weird feeling about me. Not a mushy, gushy one, but rather one Spencer had for me.

Lucroy patted his back, "Don't worry. She will be okay. I know," he said, reassuringly. John laughed a bit. "She's in good hands with Zander."

Ryan gave him a agreed and John left go on the field to practice. Ryan took out his baseball cap and secured it on his head, flattening the stereotypical "Jewish curl". He left soon thereafter to warm up also.

The medic administered a simple concussion tests and I passed, with flying colors He gave me some strong painkillers and sent me on my way. I uneasily walked down the hallway and onto the field. I didn't know if the person who had ransacked my home and beat me with a hard object was still down here. Well, I assume those two horrific crimes were done by the same person. But, thankfully, there was none down there, except Mister Prince Fiedler.

"Go get 'um Blaire!" he said, offering me a kind high five.

I accepted and slapped his hand and laughed.

I walked onto the diamond and sighed. My eyes soared over the crisp cut grass and on to Ryan.

It was a scene from a horrifying love story. How at the end when every calms down and an acoustic guitar starts playing and a folk singer sings, as the girl looks at the love of her life doing what he does best, (in this case baseball). And the girl is healing from an injury. But sadly, it wasn't the beginning of anything. I didn't feel like distracting him with my company so I walked over towards the pitcher's mound.

John Axford was pitching to Jonathan. "Axford, can I talk to Lucroy, I'll be quick," I said, patting his back. Axford gave me the nod and I approached home plate. Jonathan, still squatting, stood up and took of his blue catchers mask. "Ryan was rather, genuinely worried for you," Jonathan said, letting the helmet drop. "Are you legitly okay?"

I nodded, "Yeah, I'm rather drugged up on painkillers, thank God. This head ache is massive!" I said, laughing a bit, then grabbed my throbbing head. If only the thought of soapy, sweaty, married men would leave my head, I maybe I'd feel better. "What time is the game at?"

Jonathan looked around, frantically. What a weirdo.

"What?" I asked, maybe worried. But I really wasn't.

"Looking for a clock," he said. "Do you have the time?"

I reached in my back pocket and pulled out my phone, "It's around noon," I said.

"Less than an hour," he said.

"HEY!" we heard someone shout.

John and I both looked over to the shout. Ron wanted one of us. I pointed at John and Ron shook his head.

"I'll be back!" I said to John.

He slapped my butt as I ran away. I turned around and smiled at him.

"Blaire!" Ron shouted again.

I sighed and broke eye contact with John and went over to Ron. "Yes sir," I said, happily.

"Listen, Ryan explained everything to me…," he began.

I sat there. Listening to Ron blab on and on about how Ryan told him why I was here. All I could think about was John, or was it Ryan. But maybe, Spencer was hurt. I couldn't think straight, for one. I really liked, well, all three of them. As I listened to Ron, I contemplated my choices. I slowly peaked out of the left corner of my eye, into the outfield, I watched Ryan jog back and forth with Nyjer and Corey. I focused back on the rambling fool then peaked out to my right. John was playing catch with K-Rod. I refocused on Ron.

"Now, Don't make any more of a scene, okay?" He said.

I grabbed his shoulder. "I promise," I said, moving around him and sitting on the bench.