The whistle pierced the afternoon air and all the players broke from the skirmish to groan as they knew what was coming, their coach. Morgan stormed across the field heading right to the quarterback, who unsuccessfully tried to hide behind his offensive line but despite their size they quickly got out of the way of their rampaging coach. Morgan stopped within a few feet of the quarterback gazing at him with her one eye and making the young man squirm like a T-Rex was about to eat him; oddly that was very close to the truth. Clipboard clutched in one hand, the whistle still held between her lips a she looked him over before without much hesitation or indication throwing the clipboard at him with quite a bit of force making him cringe and duck back from her just as she stepped up into his face. The whistle being spat out so that it his the face guard on his helmet.<br/><br/>"What side do you play on?" she asked in a eerily even tone.<br/><br/>"O...Ou....Ours...." he stammered.<br/><br/>"Really? You play for our team?" she asked in true disbelief.<br/><br/>"Yes Ma'am" the quarterback replied.<br/><br/>"Well the way you were handling that ball it would seem that you were on the team!" she shouted into his face as she grabbed his face guard and yanked it down to the ground. "Drop! Start pushing the ground till I say stop!" standing over the quarterback and watching him as he began to do push ups.<br/><br/>One of the defensive lines began to snicker, "You think thats funny! How about everyone drop and kiss the grass!" she shouted before picking up the whistle as it hung about her neck and blew it loud. With a collective groan they all dropped to the ground and began to count out in unison their push ups. "One of you drops then we start again!" Another groan came from the team as they continued to do push ups.<br/><br/>Standing there watching them Morgan had this odd sensation like she was being watched or more to the point that something was just not right in the air. She had the same feeling back in Iraq, just before she lost her eye and was captured. The tightness that began to settle in on her chest was making it hard to breath, memories from the time of her imprisonment making the world feel like it was closing in on her. She had to shake it, had to be strong, not let them see her cry...<br/><br/>"Coach! Coach!"<br/><br/>Morgan jumped and dropped her clipboard as she looked over at the assistant coach, "Huh? What is it?" she asked looking visibly shaken for a moment before her composer was regained as she retrieved her clipboard.<br/><br/>"The team Ma'am" her assistant drawing her attention to the struggling young men who appeared to be on the verge of passing out. Grabbing up her whistle she blew it, "Alright! That's enough! Hit the showers! Practice is over for the day!"<br/><br/>In unison they all fell to the ground groaning as their bodies screamed at them. The assistant coach was looking at her funny, like he thought she was crazy or ill "What is it Tom?" she asked in an annoyed tone as she pretended to make notes on her clipboard.<br/><br/>"You ok Morgan? I mean for a bit there you got very pale and I thought you were going to just pass out..." his tone full of concern as he made an attempt to rest his hand on her shoulder. But she was quick to side step away, not wanting his touch nor his pity.<br/><br/>"Yeah I am fine. Nothing for you to worry about. Ok?" her tone probably a bit more harsh then she meant it but she was just feeling very unnerved at the moment.<br/><br/>Tom only sighed and nodded, "Alright well then see you tomorrow" his tone more professional as he trotted off to check on the team in the locker room leaving Morgan alone to muddle over just what was going on with her. Finally just wanting a hot shower and some silence she made her way to the girls locker room to do just that. Of course she could have gone home and showered but there was a certain amount of comfort that she got, which of course she would never admit to, with being there. Even though she was alone she knew that her team was really just a shout away and would come running if she needed them.<br/><br/>With a heavy heart and a troubled mind Morgan stood under the hot water and allowed for it to try and wash away the pain she was feeling. The unseen scars and the mental pain she was in that no matter how hard she trained or how strong she was, they never got better and they never went away. Maybe her dad was right....maybe she needed to talk to someone, to try and get someone in her life whom she could trust and rely on? Maybe....