Tap Out (Reaper's Den Book One) - Nikki Mays Page 0,10
I’m being a dick, he also knows that he’s been fucking up a simple move. We’re such an amazing pair right now.
We both get into position, he grabs my right elbow and starts to drag it to his shoulder. I can feel him trying to pick his hips up towards me to try to create the force that’s needed. However, he doesn’t seem to be able to arch high enough to cause the right amount of pressure.
“Okay J, grab onto my arm a little harder while arching your back up higher. You need to create more pressure. Also, make sure to try to get perpendicular to me to make the move more effective.”
“Got it.” He grunts.
Only he doesn’t wait for me to go back on guard and does all the movements in one foul swoop.
I’m not sure what registers first, the loud crack or the blinding pain. But one second everything is fine and the next I’m yelling out “FUCK”!
Jameson releases me automatically, but we both know that the damage has been done. And considering that you could hear a pin drop, so does everyone else around the gym.
I cradle my right arm to my chest and look around at all the wide eyes looking at me. I bite down on the inside of my cheek as even breathing seems to send lightning bolts of pain radiating through what seems to be my entire body.
“Will someone call a fucking ambulance?” I yell out and watch everyone scatter like cockroaches.
Jameson is looking at me like he’s just seen a ghost. He’s gripping the ends of his short hair. “Reaper, I’m so sorry. I did what you said. I swear that I didn’t know that you weren’t ready.” I can feel the regret that’s coming off of him in waves.
“It’s fine. Not like I’ve never broken a bone before.” As a fighter, I’ve had my fair share. Which is why I know that this one is bad, but I won’t let him in on that. The kid feels bad enough. It was an honest mistake. No need to make him feel more like shit than he already does.
He’s squatting down so that we’re at eye level. “What can I do to help?”
“Get behind me and help me stand up. Just try not to move my arm too much.”
He does as I say and gets behind me. He puts his arms under my armpits and slowly pulls me upwards as I use my feet to get off the mat. I grit my teeth so hard that I’m sure that I’ve cracked one. The pain is beyond intense and I start to see black dots when my arm jostles even the slightest.
Fuck, this is going to be bad. I’ve had an impressive list of injuries over the years, but I’ve never come close to feeling like I’m about to pass out from the pain.
“Ambulance is fifteen minutes out Reaper!” One of the guys yells out.
“Great.” Is all I can manage as Jameson and I slowly make our way towards the entrance.
“Holy shit why do you look like you’re about to keel over?” Sage exclaims as she hits the bottom of the stairs by the juice bar.
I just stare at her. “Because my blood sugar is low.” I deadpan. It’s obvious that my arm is fucked up considering the awesome angle that it’s out and how I’m cradling it.
Her eyes do that squinty thing but luckily she just takes my attitude in stride. I mean it’s not like I’m sweating bullets or anything. “Right.” She looks me up and down. “Need a ride to the hospital?”
I shake my head, immediately regretting that decision. “No,” I choke out. “I had the guys call an ambulance.
Her eyebrows practically reach her hairline. She knows that I wouldn’t call an ambulance if it wasn’t serious. “Okay, I’m going to go get my crap and I’ll meet you there.” She goes to run back up the stairs before she pauses and turns. “Want me to call the girls?”
“Nah, no sense of them just sitting in the waiting room doing nothing.”
Her snort is overly loud. “Yeah, I’ll just give them a call. I’m not dealing with their attitudes for not calling them.” Sage states before climbing the stairs.
She has a point. They would probably give her shit for not calling them.
I look over at Jameson and wish that I hadn’t. The kid looks like someone kicked his puppy. I don’t think that I’ve ever seen anyone look as sad or as