Bev kneeled over Charles on the hard gym floor. He seemed dazed, like he wasn’t sure where he was. She squeezed his nose with the bottom of her T-shirt to try to stop the bleeding.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry,” Katie said, dropping next to Bev. When Charles didn’t respond, she turned to Bev. “You should have warned him about me. I don’t mean to get so competitive—it just happens—like an evil athlete takes over my body.”
“I did warn him,” Bev said, but it hadn’t been enough, apparently. Katie’s spike had slammed right into his poor, unsuspecting face.
A medic rushed up with a first aid kit and took over. He handed Bev a few antiseptic wipe
