WOSO Imagines

Alexia Putellas - Untitled Part 06

In this timeline Barcelona play Lyon

You were running with the ball down the right wing, exhaustion was creeping over your body but you were determined to keep going.
"Face up, face up!" You heard your Dad's voice in your head. You looked up in time to see Alexia making her way into the box.
You crossed the ball, watching it fly over over Wendie Renard's head and dip at the last moment where it connected with your girlfriends head. You saw the ball hit the back of the net before suddenly it felt as if you were falling in slow motion.
You felt the wet turf under your cheek, the grass tickling your nose. You momentarily laid there in shock, your arm bent beneath you at an odd angle but you felt no pain. You didn't hear anything besides the pounding of your own heart beat.
You taste blood in your mouth, assuming you had bitten your tongue as you landed, you felt as though as you had fallen asleep with the tv on, that you were in that strange limbo where the sound is muffled but becomes louder as you wake up.
When your hearing returned you could hear the commotion.
You felt a hand on your back, instinctively knowing it was Alexia.
"Babe?" You questioned.
"I'm here Y/n the medics are on their way." The medics arrived seconds later but Alexia wouldn't move away from you.
"Y/n we are going to roll you on to your back, this might hurt a bit, someone hold her arm in place and support the rotator cuff, on my count 1,2,3."
The pain hit you as they turned you into your back to assess the damage.
Hearing Mapi shouting you tried to turn your head only to realise the medic was holding it in place.
"The fuck Marozsán!" Mapi was screaming in the German players face, whilst Patri and Leila tried to hold her back.
Jenni walked past Mapi and pushed  Marozsán backwards until she fell. You mused to yourself that Jenni may be skinny but she is pure muscle. Her heavily tattooed arms flexing as she pushed Dzsenifer Marozsán to the ground.
"Ok definitely dislocated and possible concussion from the impact, let's get her off." You heard the medic say from above your head. You went to argue but felt Alexia squeeze your hand.
"You scored!" You grinned at her, not totally aware of what was going on around you.
Alexia smiled back at you with tears in her eyes.
"You're going to be ok baby I'll be with you as soon as I can." She moved away to allow the medics to slide you onto a stretcher and attach the orange buffers. They fitted a neck brace as precaution.
"That's enough Jenni." You heard Captain Vicky Losada shout.
"On my count 1,2,3." You were lifted into the air and carried towards the tunnel.
You heard the crowd applauding you and managed to raise your good arm giving a thumbs up causing the clapping to intensify.

You were taken to hospital in France.
Having your shoulder popped back in to place was not the greatest experience of your life. You were thankful it wasn't your legs that were injured so you would be back to playing quicker.
Laying in the hospital bed it sunk in that you would not be playing in your first European final at Barcelona.
A Barca medic had gone with you in the ambulance, thankfully they were fluent in French, you spoke three languages fluently however this was not one of them.
You were fortunate to have your own room, the medic had left to get you both a coffee from the hospital cafeteria when Alexia arrived with Jenni, Mapi and Leila. Lieke had not travelled with you to the match, being injured herself.
Alexia immediately rushed to you, being careful of your injury she softly hugged your good side and kissed you.
"How are you feeling y/nn?" Jenni asked sitting in a plastic visitors chair, she fidgeted on the flimsy furniture before getting comfortable.
"I'm ok, it's dislocated and I have concussion." You replied looking over to her.
Mapi perched on the end of the bed whilst Leila rushed round to kiss your forehead.
"What happened?" You asked Alexia who stood stroking your hair, you grunted as you shifted yourself over encouraging her to sit next to you. Alexia got on the bed and curled into your side propped up on her elbow. She continued to stroke your hair, kissing your temple.
"That bitch Marozsán took you out." Jenni grumbled propping her long legs up on the bed.
Leila nodded moving to stand next to Mapi.
"Ball had already been played, Ale had scored. She was out of position it was definitely on purpose." She explained sparking your memory.
"It was a great goal." You smiled at your girlfriend who smiled back and pecked your lips.
"Did you hear me y/n, she took you out of purpose." Leila reiterated.
"What actually happened though?" You asked, "I remember running, I remember the goal and then it's hazy." You asked.
"She slide tackled you, you were slowing up from your run and jogging towards the goal, she took you out from behind." Mapi explained.
The medic returned with your coffee.
"Ladies you need to return to the hotel and pack, your flight home is within the hour."
"I'm staying with y/n." Alexia informed the medic in a tone that left no room for argument.
"Fine but as soon as she is given the all clear you need to call so we can arrange a flight. The medic wished you well and bid goodbye before waiting in the hallway for the girls to say goodbye to you.
"Don't worry y/nn, Jenni put her on her arse in front of everyone!" Leila laughed gently hugging you goodbye.
"I would have if you lot had let me." Mapi grumbled. You grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze. You knew that Mapi felt protective of you ever since the dinner at Jenni's and you appreciated it.
The girls went with the medic back to the hotel leaving you alone with Alexia.
"Are you sure you're okay y/nn?" She asked concerned.
"I think I am Ale, I mean yes it sucks to miss the final but I'm so fucking happy we beat Lyon I think I'm just riding on that wave for now." You admitted smiling.
Alexia smiled back caressing your cheek and she gazed into your eyes.
"You have the most beautiful eyes y/n." She practically whispered. She traced your lips with her fingers.
"I love you."
You were glad you were in hospital, your heart felt like it had burst. Grabbing Alexia by the front of the Barca shirt she was still wearing having forgone changing in order to get to you quicker, you brought her in for a bracing kiss.
"I love you too." You mumbled against her lips loud enough so she could hear you.
"Looks like you're on the mend." A man cheerfully greeted in Dutch.
"Dad!" You shouted, Alexia slipped off the bed to allow your Dad to approach, he gingerly hugged you careful of the injury.
"Alexia this is my Dad." You explained to her in Spanish.
"Dad this is Alexia my girlfriend."
Alexia couldn't understand what you were saying to your Father as you were speaking Dutch. She was a little shocked when the giant of a man swept her up into a hug.
"Hello Alexia, I am Lars y/ln." He said in broken Spanish.
Alexia beamed at him.
"Hello Lars it's a pleasure to meet you." Alexia responded in Dutch.
You whipped your head around to look at her in awe.
"You learnt Dutch?" You asked welling up.
Alexia smiled and took your hand in hers.
"Only a few sentences so I could speak to your Father." She replied blushing.
Lars smiled at the two of you, pleased that his daughter had met someone so good to her, he thought back to your previous relationship and knew he had not seen you this happy in a long, long time.