Sam was at the arena in the bathroom putting on his paint. Steve came in to do his.
"What's up?" Steve asked.
"Not much."
"When are you gonna stop torturing yourself and talk to Mackenzie?"
"I can't do that."
"Why?"
"We've proven we can't be just friends." "If we tried to I know we would promise to just be friends, eventually we would end up in bed together."
"That would be a bad thing?"
"You know how fucked up I was when she left me." "I couldn't handle it if it didn't work out again."
After her match Mackenzie was watching Sam's match in the back. Sam hit his head hard on the edge of the table and was bleeding profusely from the left side. He finished the match
Mackenzie went to the trainers room. Sam was sitting on the exam table alone.
"Hey." He said.
"Hi." "Do you need to go to the hospital?"
"No I don't have a concussion." "I just needed stitches." "See?" He put his head down to show her.
"Ouch." As she leaned over to look closer she accidentally grazed his left hand. He looked at her. "I'm sorry."
"It was an accident."
"That's not what I'm talking about." The trainer came back. "I'm glad you're ok." She left.