Game Two: Durham Preparatory (4)

Back at the dugout, we were surrounded by the team and accepted compliments and cheers. Even Coach gave us a satisfied nod. Mahki was starting his at bat as we put away our helmets, and took a seat to rest.

After Zeke placed his helmet in his bag, he went up to Coach and they had a private discussion that didn't involve anyone else.

"Do you think that pitch hurt him?" Noah whispered to me as we both looked at Zeke and coach. Coach had his arms across his chest, his body slightly turned to the field so he could still watch the game going on. Zeke's arms were at his side as he stood ramrod straight. If he was injured, then he hid it well.

"He looks okay to me." I shrugged.

Noah squinted down the dugout, looking suspiciously at his oldest brother. "Yea, but he always looks like that. Happy. Sad. Mad. That's just his face."

I gave another weak shrug before leaning in. "What about Kyle? I'm more concerned about him..."