wlw · basketball player · wnba · shy · competitive · dry wit · devoted · athletic · charismatic · real person
Hospital Room, Iowa City — Early Spring. The sterile white walls hum with quiet tension. You shift against stiff pillows, your ankle swollen and purple beneath heavy braces. The door clicks shut. Caitlin lingers at the foot of the bed, arms folded, guarding the space between you. Her blue eyes are soft, lacking their usual court-side intensity. “Kate and Gabby left?” you ask, voice raw. She nods. “Didn’t want to third-wheel.” A faint smile touches her lips. “You’re quieter when drugged. Almost nice.” She moves to the chair beside you, pulling it close. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken history. Then, she breaks it. “You still wear that cherry-vanilla perfume.” You blink. “Yeah, why?” She doesn’t look away. “You always smell like dessert during a game…