Capítulo 883: V3 ch118 Game Four: Wheatland HS (3)

"I'll convince him, Coach!" Noah came over and started to drag me away. "That was a tough collision. Did he only you get you on the helmet?" He asked as I sat on the bench. 

I nodded. "Yep. Didn't feel much than a push." 

"Hold out your hands." Noah instructed and I listened. He unscrewed a water bottle and poured some on my hands. "Rub them together and it'll be cleaner."

It stung but I did what I had to do. 

"Does it hurt?" Dave came over to ask. "Need me to get the first aid kit?"

"Its not bleeding." I dried my hands with my jersey.

"You've got to protect those hands, kid." Dave said with a smile. "They're made of gold, ya know."

"They're doing a pitcher change." I ignored his comments about my hands and watched what was going on at the mound.