Coach looked to Garret. "Get the trainer."
Garret nodded and left immediately.
"I'm okay." I told Coach straightforwardly.
Coach nodded. "Sure, I'll believe it when I hear the trainer say so."
"Don't worry." Noah patted my shoulder and pointed towards the mound. "We have some time. They're doing a pitcher change."
I sighed, but there was nothing I can do. Coach was in charge. Garret came back with the trainer. He examined my ankle with the shoe on and then with the shoe off.
"It's a low grade sprain." He concluded. "If you want, I can tape it up to stabilize the joint. Or if you're pulling him out now, we can ice it." He looked to Coach.
Coach lips twisted. He looked me in the eyes. "Can you play on it?"
I nodded. Absolutely.
Coach told the trainer. "Tape it, please."