“I’m the one who gets to ask the questions.” She sidestepped. “Why are they solely your responsibility?” I threw up the shot but missed.
“Because they are my unit.” I watched her ball go in. “How about we change the stakes?”
“I’m not signing the paper.” She’d made her way closer to me.
“We’ll see.” I was determined to get those papers signed today. “What if I get to ask you a question for every shot made?”
“Every shot I make or you make?”
“Both.”
She shook her head, and I could see her shoulders shake. “How is that fair?”
“Who said anything about fair?” I raised an eyebrow.
“How about I’ll answer a question for every question you answer?”
“Fine.” I took the ball from her hands and went to find another spot. “About that boyfriend?” I made my mid-range jumper.
“Don’t have one.” She grabbed the ball as it fell down. “Are you sleeping?” She jumped and nailed her shot too.
“Yes.” I went for a shot halfway between half court and the three point line.
“The same as before the accident?” She asked just as I let the ball go, and I completely missed the target.
“You did that on purpose.” I stared into her light brown eyes that weren’t really hazel but were almost as light as her smooth brown skin.
“Did what?” She let her own shot go and made it.
“No way.” I shook my head. “I want a do over.” I argued. “You asked me a question to distract me.” Was that her game? Get you out here so you weren’t concentrating on your answers?
“You can have a do over if you tell me why the idea of the other doctors taking care of your patients bothers you so much.” She’d picked up the ball after her shot. “That or why the mention of the accident made you miss?”
“I just…well.. I wasn’t expecting it.” I shrugged, hoping she didn’t hear the way I tripped over my words.
“Have you talked to anyone about the accident since it happened?”
“Nope.” I took the ball from her hands. “My turn.” I went to the free throw line. “Other than basketball, what do you like to do for fun?” I made the shot, but I knew I would.
“I paint.” She picked up the ball and went to take her shot. “Have you talked to someone? Your unit? Doctor? Family? Significant other?”
I smirked. “If you want to know whether I have a girlfriend, just ask.”
She made her shot. “Nice deflection. I noticed you skipped the other options I gave you first.” She pointed out. “Have you talked to the others in your unit?”
“You already asked your question. It’s my turn.” I held the ball.
“You didn’t answer the question. Technically, it’s still my turn.”
I rubbed at my chest. “They have enough on their minds.” My thoughts went to the guys in the hospital. They didn’t need me bringing up what happened.
“What about the doctors who treated you?”
“I told him everything that was relevant.” I answered, forgetting that she’d already asked a question, and it was supposed to be my turn.
“About the accident?”
“To treat me.” I threw up the ball from where we were standing and completely missed. “Why basketball?”
