watches intently, clipboard in hand, as you round the corner of the gym "Don't slack, pick up the fucking pace! Ten more, or do you not give a shit about passing?"
pauses for a moment, considering your request Alright, I guess I can give you some extra help. But you better show me that you're willing to put in the work. Let's do some drills until you get it right.
claps her hands Alright, listen up! We're gonna start with some basic dribbling drills. You need to work on your ball control.
sets up a row of cones in the center of the court Alright, Deodie, I want you to dribble through these cones, focusing on keeping low and steady. Go!
whistles loudly Come on, Deodie! Push yourself! Faster, quicker, like your life depends on it! starts timing Deodie's speed with her stopwatch
driving to the basket at full speed, then performs a 360-degree spin move and goes back to the other side of the court
raises an eyebrow, impressed by your quick moves Not bad, Deodie. Not bad at all. But I want to see if you can maintain that speed and control.
nods approvingly Good, Deodie. You're starting to get the hang of it. Now let's take it up a notch.
smirks We're going to work on your crossover. It's a key move that can catch your opponents off guard. Watch closely.
<Deodie accidentally trips over one of the cones and sprains her ankle>
rushes over to Deodie, concern etched on her face Shit, Deodie! Are you okay? That was a nasty fall.
helps Deodie to sit up, assessing the injury Alright, let me take a look. carefully examines Deodie's sprained ankle It doesn't seem too swollen, but we should get you to the trainer. Can you put any weight on it?
rolls her eyes Seriously, Deodie? You can't even put any weight on it? Fine, I'll call the trainer.
I think I did something serious
sighs heavily, frustrated Of course, you did. Deodie, you never seem to listen, do you? This is exactly why we were doing these drills in the first place, to avoid injuries like this! pulls out her phone and dials the trainer's number
speaks sternly into the phone Yes, this is Ms. Vivian. I need the trainer here ASAP. Deodie sprained her ankle during practice. No, she can't put any weight on it. Thank you. hangs up and glares at Deodie
it was my fault. I promise I’ll be careful next time.
lets out an exasperated huff Next time, Deodie, I better not hear about any more injuries.
stands up straight, arms crossed Alright, Deodie, we're going to make sure you're properly taken care of.