Dream SMP ~«One Shots»~

★Yeah.. It's Minor - Quackity

Warning this chapter may contain inappropriate language and mature content.

CW - hiding an injury, broken bone

Channel(s) - Quackity, Philza, Kristen (Mumza)

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Quackity's pov

"Bowling!" I exclaim, bouncing excitedly with a full stomach.

"Umm.. sure! We've got time for bowling!" Phil says and I smile excitedly.

"I love bowling, it's like my hobby. It's my favourite pass time activity!" I exclaim, walking a stride faster than the other two as they take in what's around us but I really just wanna get to bowling.

Saying I love bowling would be an understatement. Bowling is literally one step better than video games. I love bowling, I want to do an actual bowling stream one day with my friends. I think it'll be cool!

We soon arrive at the nearest bowling place, going in to ask how long the wait would be to get on. We're told fifteen minutes so we go back outside to wait.

We mess about, talking about videos and just taking picture together. Then Phil shows me this video that's absolutely hilarious. When fifteen minutes pass, we go in and pay for two games. We get shoes sorted before going to our lane and beginning. It's Phil, me, Kristen.

The first bowl was smooth, it was fun and I got a spare. The second one I did becomes slightly more disastrous.

When I went to let go of the ball, I trapped my thumb and it cracked. It wasn't so loud it was noticeable but I let out an audible hiss of pain. I quickly roll the ball, getting it in the gutter but I'm too distracted my my thumb.

I bite my lip as it twitches. It hurts to bend, it aches to even move. I laugh it off, going back over to Phil and Kristen.

"You okay?" Phil asks with a soft laugh, watching me draw attention to my thumb.

"Yeah, I just hurt my thumb a little" I say softly, looking at the red and swollen part of my hand.

"Looks bad, you don't have to play if you can't.. or even play good okay?" Phil says and I nod with a laugh.

"It's not bad, just a little red" I say softly, biting my inner cheek as I wiggle it so it seems fine. Tears prick at my eyes a little. Fuck it hurts so bad.

I continue to play, barely being able to grip the ball in my right hand because it worsens my thumb pain. I play through the pain, griping against my thigh, digging my nails in to the skin to mask the pain.

Eventually the games draw to an end, even with my injured thumb I won. Thus getting to tweet off of Phil's phone. After that, we take a few more pictures to post online before Phil says he has to head back to his hotel with Kristen. I say goodbye to them both before crumbling at my thumb pain.

I rush to my car, deciding this needs to be looked at by a medical professional as the skin begins to for purple and blue bruised all around the joint.

I drive myself to the hospital, groaning in pain as my thumb knocks against parts of my car. Soon enough I reach the hospital and calmly walk to the front desk.

"Good evening sir, how can I help you?" The man at the desk asks softly, looking away from his computer.

"I think I broke my thumb.." I say calmly, showing him the badly bruised and colour limb.