When I lowered the necklace around Jack’s neck, he looked up at me, his face pale and strained with pain, and raised his eyebrows at me. I reached around the back of my neck, my fingers gripping at the chain before pulling it over my head. Imagining that Jack was experiencing the same sort of feelings right about now, I realized this was the right time to pass the necklace on, as was intended. Melissa had given me this necklace when I needed it the most. Between the lies from Chrystle and the brutality from the press and fans, it wasn’t that long ago when I felt like my insides were unraveling. I glanced down at the key attached and moved my fingers to it, rubbing them across the etched letters for comfort. Bringing my hand toward my heart, my fingers grazed across the ball chain necklace that lay there. “I love you too.” I wanted to say more, but words failed me. The sight of it made my stomach tighten painfully and I had to turn my gaze away. His hand looked painful, his fingers had taken on a purplish tint and were swollen to a ridiculous size. “I love you, Kitten.” He gave me a quick kiss, then released me and hopped back onto the exam table. I felt his heart racing as our chests pressed together. A few minutes later, Jack exited the medical room alone and scooped me into a careful hug. A broken hand was one thing, but having a hand that required surgery was another. So I waited to call anyone until I had more to tell them.
I wanted to call Dean, but knew he’d ask me questions I didn’t have the answers to.
“Let’s go see what we’re dealing with, Jack.” I paced the floor, one hand tugging at my lips from nervous habit. Carter, we’ll only be a minute.” The doctor motioned for Jack to follow him into another room. It was in their best interest, as well as his, to get him healed. You should never have to take Jack anywhere other than here.” The Mets organization cared about Jack’s recovery, so I allowed myself to be comforted by the thought that he would be taken care of by the people who were invested in him the most. “If I’m on the road with the team, one of my trainers will be here to help you, so no. But then again, the team chartered their own commercial planes to fly them places, so nothing about this lifestyle was normal. Wrongly, I’d assumed Jack would have to get checked out at regular hospital, like normal people. So we don’t have to go anywhere else?” Since I’d never thought this through, I didn’t know how it worked when a major league player was injured. As the team’s physician, I’m responsible for Jack’s condition and his recovery.
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