“Lena,” he said, breathless. “I panicked. I saw the red light on the camera and I just… I went to the script. I’m sorry.”
“Why do you care?” he asked. “I’m nobody now.” HDSidelined- The QB and Me
“You were never a somebody because of a game, Hart,” I said. “Now get up. We’re doing your heel slides.” “Lena,” he said, breathless
He dropped to his good knee on the wet asphalt. It was dramatic, ridiculous, and utterly sincere. I’m sorry
My name is Lena Covington, and I was a student athletic trainer. My job was to be invisible. I fetched ice, wrapped wrists, and memorized the difference between a Grade 1 and Grade 2 hamstring tear. The athletes, especially the football team, looked right through me. I was furniture with a first-aid kit.
Chanel cornered me in the bathroom after a game. “You know he’s just using you for sympathy, right?” she hissed. “Once he’s healed, you’ll be back to fetching ice.”
“Go away, trainer,” he said.