A dreaded choice Hosie and Hizzie

Josie isn't my problem

We quickly got back to our room, Lizzie nearly taking our two younger students for taking pictures but we made it none the less.

I fling open my door, Lizzie draped over my shoulders as i throw her on the bed.

"One second" I say before reaching round into the bathroom to grab the med kid.

"I said i'm fine" Lizzie replies stubbornly seeing me with the kit.

"clearly" I reply sarcastically, taking a seat next to her on the end of the bed.

Her hand looked awful, i don't think she'd processed it all yet, she was most likely high on the adrenaline.

"I'm so sorry, i didn't realise what she was doing until it was too late" Lizzie apologises, making me feel even worse knowing she didn't even know about the picture.

"Its fine, i'll get over it" I hinted, while reaching for her hand.

I grasp her hand to which she winces, meaning the pain was setting back in. Lizzie's hand was all purple and bruised, the bone was clearly broken and atleast 3 broken knuckles in addition to the broken wrist... and that was atleast.

"Okay so bad news or good news first" I ask the blonde.

"Good news" Lizzie utters.

"You're not feeling it as much right now because of the adrenaline pumping through you, however in around 30 or so minutes its going to hurt like a bitch" I try calm her down.

"I said good news" Lizzie chuckles.

"Bad news... Chances are your wrist is broken and by the looks of things you've got atleast 3 broken knuckles, maybe 4 if you're unlucky" I explain.

"Are you kidding me? Fuck sake" The blonde stands up, trying to put her hands around her head but wincing at the pain once more.

"Meaning... no more football right Hope? Chances are my hand wont fully heal right and my right arm... you know the one i throw with... won't ever be as strong" Lizzie starts to panic.

"I mean- nevermind" I go to suggest something but turn it down at the risk.

"What... say it Mikaelson please i'm out of fucking options" Lizzie pleads, tears forming in her eyes.

"My blood... my blood heals people... it would heal it completely, but if anything happened to you in the next 24 hours or so, i'd have a Lizzie Saltzman on crack running around" I try to crack a joke but its shut down.

Lizzie takes a step forward, falling to her knees before me as i sit on the bed.

"Hope, i'm begging you... I've worked my entire life, if it means you keep me in witness protection for the next day... i'll do it, Please Hope... this sport means everything to me" Lizzie breaks down, now tears streaming from her face.

It broke my heart seeing such a strong character break down before my eyes.

"Lizzie i-... fine, on one condition you stay by my side all day, i'll make sure nothing happens to you i swear" I tell her.

She tries to jump up and down but realises her ankle was sprained from the match.

I bite into my wrist, instantly drawing blood.

"I'll try find a glass or something" I hurry up but i feel my arm being dragged back and as i look back i see Lizzie's mouth latched around my wrist.

"Or not" I smile. 

It sounded bad... but as much as i was worried about my relationship, I was more worried about Lizzie... plus she looked so fucking good right now.