Chapter 1Daniel’s povThe turf hit my back before I even realized I was falling. Pain exploded down the front of my right thigh, a sharp, tearing heat that made my teeth slam together."Fucking hell," I hissed, grabbing the meat of my leg above the knee."Stay down, Daniel!" Coach Vance's voice boomed over the floodlights as his whistle pierced the damp night air. Within seconds, his heavy cleats were tearing up the grass beside my head, followed by three or four of the guys on the squad."I'm fine, I just pulled it," I grunted, trying to dig my elbow into the grass to push myself up. I needed to get up. I needed to walk to the locker room, grab a bag of crushed ice, and go home to my apartment before anybody had any bright ideas. "Let me just walk it off.""You're not walking shit off, son," Vance said, his big hands grabbing my shoulder to pin me down. "Marcus, grab his left side. Chris, get his right. We're taking him straight to Doc Thomas before you tear the whole quad off
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