Chapter 13. Blaze

BLAZE

It was such a nice time, training with Caramel and I could tell that she was a good coach. It wasn’t going to be bad if I got down with a coach as good as her.

“You’re bleeding.” She said, with her eyes, almost bulging out of her socket.

“Oh, jeez. I must have overworked that part.” I said as I stood up.

“Alright, I think you have to call your home doctor. I am not certain that you have called him, since then.”

“Been busy.” He said as he picked up his phone. “But now, I’m doing that. Your wish is my command.” I winked at her.

Women always fell for my winks, and I was certain that her heart must have been wavering at that moment. I called my home doctor and in about fifteen minutes, he had arrived.

As I sat down with my home doctor, he examined the stab wound on my abdomen, checking for any signs of infection or swelling. To my relief, he declared that it was healing well and that I could resume my training, but not the intense kind.

“But I will advise that