Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 203

Chapter 203

– Andi-

Since I got the rest of the week to prepare for school, I decided I wanted to know more about Beckett’s condition.

Being his wife, I want to understand what kind of pain he’s going through and why he needs to let baseball go because of

TOS.

I did my own research; that means I asked ChatGPT what TOS is and how Beckett got it, but I want to hear what his doctor has to say. I don’t want to rely on AI to understand what my husband is going through.

I don’t know who was more nervous between us. We haven’t said a word to each other on the drive to the doctor’s clinic. Beckett had been squeezing my hand all the way, and I think my hand would swell if we spent another moment in the car. And when he reached the waiting room, it was hard to tell who needed more support–him or me.

I’m slightly grateful that Beckett didn’t take me to the hospital. I don’t think I can keep it together if I smell the alcohol and the cleaning agents in hospitals.

The flowers sitting at the clinic secretary’s desk made the entire room smell of lavender. And the low–volume country music from the speakers calms my anxiety. But Beckett’s fingers tapped on my thigh as though he was hearing pop music.

He was quiet, anxious, and restless. He won’t look at me either. His eyes were laser–focused on his huge poster at the end of the hall.

I reach for his hand. He squeezes back, but his grip is tense. “Do you want me to leave?” I asked. I volunteered to come here I forgot to ask whether he was comfortable with my company and ready for me to hear everything his doctor would say.

His gaze snapped at me. “What? No. I want

you here.

I didn’t get to punch in a reply. The secretary called us and asked us to follow her to the doctor’s office.

Inside the doctor’s office was a wall of medals and trophies, and in the center of it was Beckett’s jersey in a frame, with his signature under his name. It’s safe to say the doctor is Beckett’s fan.

I sit next to him, and he’s been using my hand like a stress ball, and I honestly don’t mind. My mind wandered on how Beckett dealt with this on his own. How long had he been visiting his doctors alone?

Dr. Martinez comes in with a file tucked under his arm and a bright smile. He greets us, but Beckett barely nods.

“It’s nice to meet you, Andrea,” Dr. Martinez shook my hand. We didn’t tell him about my relationship with Beckett, but he didn’t ask what I was doing here either. “Beckett, how are you feeling?”

“Do you have good news?” Beckett asked without preamble. I feel sorry for Dr. Martinez for Beckett’s cold demeanor. He w. like this when we first met. I never thought I would see this version of him again.

Dr. Martinez didn’t seem to take Beckett’s attitude to heart. I reckon he’s used to Beckett’s gloomy demeanor because of condition.

“Uhm… good news?” I felt lighter about what Beckett asked. When we spoke last night, I thought there was no chance be would ever play baseball again; now there’s a possibility of good news?

The doctor’s facade was spotless. I can’t figure out if he does or not. Instead, he leaned back in his seat and turned to me “Did he tell you there was no hope of him playing baseball in October?” the doctor asked ine

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I was supposed to be a moral support here, not the main character. I slide a glance at Beckett before answering the doctor question. There was no violent reaction from my husband – he’s just glaring at the doctor’s desk – so I answered honestly

and nodded.

“That’s true,” Dr. Martinez murmured. He was about Anturo’s age, but he had wrinkles from smiling. “It’s either he misses the postseason this year, or misses baseball forever.

I wish Beckett had told me that, but on the other hand, I understand that it was a tough call. It’s not a decision that can be made overnight. The team needs him, but he also needs the team.

“There’s a workaround TOS,” Dr. Martinez started as I squeezed Beckett’s hand. He typed on his computer and turned the screen so we could see the grainy image of Beckett’s shoulder. “TOS happens when the nerves or blood vessels between your collarbone and first rib are compressed. In athletes–especially pitchers–it causes pain, numbness, and weakness in the arm,” he explained for my sake. I’m sure Beckett had heard this a hundred times over.

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