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Reed didn't struggle much getting from Casey's car to back to his dorm. Though the crutches were pretty tiring on his arms. He wasn't really upset with Casey any longer, he'd calmed down. He surely didn't like the way Casey was acting, however.

But it also made Reed feel a certain way; there wasn't a word to describe it. 

Casey cared about Reed's well-being and his college career in soccer. 

Leaning the crutches against the counter, he hopped to the fridge and pulled out the container of milk. He took a long drink before putting it back. Not bothering to grab his crutches, he limped his sore-self to the couch and plopped down, only wincing a little. 

He watched TV for a while before his phone went off. 

"Hello?" He answered. 

"Reed, kid. How ya' feelin? Heard you went to the doctors after last night's game." The sound of his coach's voice made him cringe. 

"I'm fine, just sore. Had a friend take me this morning. Just a sprain."

"I see. Kinda upset you didn't tell me you were hurting last night." Coach sounded offended. 

"Sorry, Coach. I'm just too competitive. Don't really think about my own safety out there... besides, it wasn't really bothering me until after the game. I'll be fine after some rest." Reed shrugged his shoulders even though he knew it had no effect. 

"How much rest?"

"U-um... the nurse said I should be back to normal in 4-5 weeks." That was a lie. The nurse said he'd be able to start practicing again after about 3 weeks. But Reed needed this time off. 

"Damn." Coach sighed. "Alright. I still expect you to show up to practice starting next week. Cheer on the team. Hopefully, give Bently some pointers since he's takin' your position while you're off." Reed could hear the defeated, disappointed tone in his voice. "Okay, kiddo. I'll let you go then. Lots of rest and ice."

"Alright, Coach. See you Monday."

They hung up without saying another word. 

The man ran a hand through his hair, giving a long yawn. Adjusting himself on the couch, he rested his head on the small square pillow. He pulled up Casey's contact information and hit call. 

However, it rang a few times before disconnecting. Reed's heart dropped; Casey didn't wanna talk to him. He must still be upset about this morning. But his phone pinged with a text from said person. 

"At practice. Almost over, I think. I'll call you back after."

Reed's shoulders relaxed and a smile lifted at his lips. He didn't bother replying and instead rested his gaze upon the TV. Sleep ate away at him and he was passed out after a little while.

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Casey's practice ended little after he sent the text to Reed. He tried calling him back as soon as he made it back to his car but didn't receive a pick-up. And when he didn't answer his text either, he decided to just drive over. 

Knocking gently on the door, he furrowed his brows when he didn't hear anything once again. Slightly relieved the door was left unlocked, he walked inside.

"Reed?" He called out, seeing his crutches leaned against the counter. 

"Reed? Babe?" Casey's voice was a little more concerned, and he moved around faster, even looking inside his bedroom. 

However, he still didn't see the sleeping redhead on the couch. 

"Ree- oh my fucking god," His tone ended off in a mutter. He walked over to stand in front of the couch, by the redhead's face.