“Can you show me?” I asked. “I’m good with stitches.” I’ve had enough of them. “Shannon, I had surgery on my adductor,” Johnny bit out, tone thick, eyes laced with confusion. “I know,” I replied. “But I’ve seen a million sports injuries on legs and knees, so maybe I can tell you what the problem is?” Shrugging, I added, “It’s probably just taking longer to heal because you’re on your feet all the time.” “My leg’s not the problem, Shannon.” “Oh, I’m sorry, I just presumed because I saw you limping,” I replied. “Is it your thigh?” “No,” he deadpanned.
