Connor
"Are you even listening to me?" Tiffany, the club's physio, snapped her fingers in front of my face pulling me out of my thoughts.
It took me a good second to even realize she was talking to me until I remembered we were the only ones inside her office. "What?" I shook my head then ran my hands down my face. "Sorry, what were you saying?"
She let out a sigh and handed me a paper from her notepad. "Your body is worn out Connor. It clearly shows you've been having far too much physical strain and you don't stretch. You've also gained some weight. You're putting too much pressure on your body. You know at your age you're more prone to injuries."
Her words felt like they were going into one ear and out the other. I knew I had gained some weight. Birth control pills did that to you but I was trying. It was Edwards' fault. He fed me too much and I never said no to food.
