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under his arm, Oliver took the small container of pain relievers from the doctor. Listening to the instructions, he signed all kinds of forms, including the one to arrange his surgery in two weeks at the reception.
    “Take these three times a day to help ease the pain and reduce the swelling. We need the swelling and bruising to subside to do the surgery,” the doctor instructed.
    Oliver nodded. His gut clenched just at the thought of it.
    “Will you be all right?”
    Again, he nodded.
    The surgeon stepped a bit closer. “This is a routine operation. However, you should prepare yourself for the possibility that professional baseball might not be in your future anymore.” He hesitated and then nodded towards Tamara, who was getting a drink of water further down the hall. “It’s not life threatening, though. I’m sure you’re aware of that.”
    Oliver followed his gaze and winced. The words she’d said earlier were playing on his mind again, and he hoped he’d be able to find out what she’d actually meant.
    With a gentle slap on Oliver’s shoulder, the doctor said goodbye and walked off. Momentarily a bit lost, Oliver grabbed his phone and dialled Tyson’s number.
    “Mate, I need a lift.”
    “Where are you?” Tyson asked.
    “St Vincent’s.”
    “Christ, what happened?”
    “The knee,” he simply replied.
    “I’ll be there in about half an hour.”
    Oliver shut the phone, took the crutches, and slowly made his way down the hall to Tamara. He still wasn’t sure how to interpret what she had said earlier. Then again, he wasn’t sure at all how to take her.
    “Hey,” he said quietly.
    She turned and smiled at him. A smile he wasn’t able to ignore and did all sorts of things to his body. “All sorted?” she asked.
    “Yup. And I’m going to leave the hospital. So there really is no need for you to worry anymore.”
    Tamara lowered her head and stared at the floor. With a big sigh, she finally said, “Sorry for that.” She shook her head. “I think I freaked out a bit.”
    He chuckled. “A bit?”
    He leaned onto the crutches and placed a finger under her chin to lift her face. “Wanna tell me what happened?”
    But instead she made an abrupt move away that surprised him.
    “I’d better get you home. Will you be all right or do you have someone to look after you?”
    Oliver frowned. “I’ve got my mate picking me up. Don’t want to take up any more of your precious time.”
    “You sure?”
    He couldn’t figure out what had happened. Cursing inwardly, he just nodded. This woman was driving him insane with her changing moods.
    Tamara readjusted the handbag on her shoulder and said, “Right. I’ll let Erik know. I’d assume he’ll give you a call.”
    Then she walked off, leaving him behind with a massive headache.
    “Women!” he cursed.
    “And you love ’em.”
    Oliver shot around to see Tyson standing right behind him. “You got here quickly.”
    “Want me to come back in ten minutes?”
    “Bugger off.”
    “So, this is the girl Markus mentioned the other day. The one occupying your brain, saying no to the rest of the adoring fans?”
    If Oliver had been able to, he’d have punched his friend right there. But he didn’t have the balance, possibly neither the strength with all the medication, yet most of all, he needed a ride home. “You’re such an ass. That was Erik’s niece. She works at the club and was here to help out.”
    “Yet, the help didn’t extend to a lift home?”
    Oliver closed his eyes, quietly cursing his friend at that moment. “Can we go now? My knee is giving me hell.”
    Tyson laughed. “Yup. I have a feeling that’s only part of the story.”
    Ignoring his friend’s words, Oliver started his way towards the exit.
    “How bad?”
    “Surgery in two weeks. Off for the rest of the season.”
    “Fuck.”
    “I wish.”
    Tyson laughed again. “What’s her name?”
    “Who?”
    “Your girl.”
    Oliver stopped and glared at his friend. “Will you