AR Day 3 - Trouble

Everyone is gathered around Adella, who is lying on the ground. She has collapsed. Angela, Ingrid's coach, is there and Zarya and Michelle are bringing a stretcher.

"What happened?" you ask.

"She just dropped," Beth says.

"It's heat exhaustion," Angela tells you, waving everyone back. She puts a wet towel on Adella's face, and Zarya puts her on the stretcher. You watch them carry her off toward the infirmary.

The other coaches come out onto the field to scold everyone for not drinking enough water, but it's so hot... You should have expected this. Adella has been stressed out and not drinking water, and she didn't eat anything at lunch, then she played so hard... You are super worried.

The coaches realize it's too hot, and time to stop. They call the game, and you head for the infirmary while all the other girls go to shower off. A few come with you, like Riona and Olivia.

Adella is in a room with Ana, Fareeha's coach, who is giving her and IV for hydration. Ana seems grumpy and annoyed, not worried, so Adella must be okay... but she is still ****.

Within twenty minutes she wakes up, but is woozy. She looks glad to see you. Soon she's alert, and as cocky as ever, but clearly weak. She jokes with Riona and Olivia a little, and they leave.

"No romance allowed," Ana says sternly, seeing you holding Adella's hand.

"What? Why?" you ask. You were about to kiss her.

"She needs to rest. She's staying the night. You have five minutes, then you go." Ana's not kidding. She seems a little scary.

"It's OK. Go," Adella says. She is hiding it well, but she is very upset. First losing to Lara, then this... she likes to look strong, but now she thinks that she looks weak.

"She'll be ready to play again tomorrow if she rests now," Ana says to you.

"I can stay," you volunteer.

"Go get my swimsuit," Adella tells you quietly.

"But you have to pick mine," you whisper back.

"I will." She has her phone.

You don't want to leave her, but it's not that serious and you don't want to be dramatic.

"OK." You kiss her lightly, and Ana swats your butt with a rolled up magazine.

"Out," she says.

"Jesus. Fine." you say, rubbing your bottom and leaving.