I step between his knees and reach for his arms to pull him up into a sitting position. He hisses and cringes away from me, pushing at my hands. “Don’t touch me.” How does someone who plays a full contact sport not like to be touched? Do the pads make that big of a difference? Or is it just me he doesn’t want to touch him? “You gotta sit up and eat,” I tell him, reaching for his hand this time. He threads his fingers through mine and holds my hand. The move makes me freeze. What the hell is this?
