Chaeyoung heard her phone chirp about 15 minutes later. She hurried to the couch where she had abandoned her phone. Jennie had finally replied.

She sent the word..."Sorry.”

She followed her apology with a picture.

Chaeyoung tried to make out the view from where Jennie was. It looked like a waiting room.

“Where are you?” Chaeyoung asked.

Jennie didn’t text back. Instead she called.

“Hey.” Jennie said as soon as Chaeyoung picked up. “I’m sorry.”

“Jennie, where are you?” Chaeyoung asked. All of a sudden her jealous rage didn’t seem so important anymore.

Jennie sighed in defeat, “I’m at the ER.”

“What did you do?” Chaeyoung asked.

Jennie looked down at her left arm and winced. She felt stupid and defeated. “I think I broke my arm.”

Chaeyoung’s tone was so soft and kind when she asked, “Baby, are you okay?”

Jennie started to cry.

...

By the time Chaeyoung made it to the hospital, Jennie was already being prepped for surgery. The receptionist allowed Chaeyoung to wait for her girlfriend in her room.

Chaeyoung wouldn’t find out until the following morning what had happened to Jennie. The goalkeeper had fallen during a run and had slowly made her way to find help. She was in pain and more than anything, she was embarrassed.

Chaeyoung waited several hours, but the day’s heaviness seemed to float away when she saw Jennie smiling and cracking jokes. Any other time she would have accused her of flirting with the pretty nurse that brought her to the room.

“She’ll be j