He's My Lifeline

4

"Alright. Well if I get lost, it's on you." I said, pointing my finger at Buster.

"You're not going to get lost in a ball park. There is literally one focus and it takes up most the space." He laughed.

"Shush." I said, lightly shoving his shoulders.

"Alright. So I've gotta go. If you need me, well, don't. Because I'm probably busy. I'll see you later." He said, walking the opposite direction.

"Sassy pants." I mumbled. "Good luck!" I called back and made my way to the front of the park.

I quickly made my way into the park and to my seat, which was behind the dugout once again.

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The game was 5-4, and the Giants were winning. "C'mon." I said, under my breath. "One more inning."

As Angel caught the ball in deep center field, he threw it home. Buster jumped to catch it, and he did, but as he came down, the runner from third came sliding underneath him.

I couldn't exactly tell what happened, but something did because Buster was lying on the ground. He was moving but he was extremely hurt.

"Oh god." I said, covering my mouth with my hands.

The training coach and an assistant coach ran out to him and helped him up and to the dugout.

Buster's POV

"Ow. You know, that hurts." I said, as I had to hobble down the stairs.

"Sassy Posey." Hunter said as we walked past him.

"Shut up. Hey, can you get Sam?" I asked, my voice strained by the pain in my right knee.

"Hmm sure. Let me get right on that." He said sarcastically.

"Dude please." I said before I had to go down to the locker room.

Sam's POV

"C'mon." Hunter said as I hurried through the gate. Oh yeah, there's a gate. So we don't have to climb over to dugout. Which is a lot better considering all the weird looks you get as you climb over the top of a dugout.

I ran down the stairs, two steps at a time, to the locker room. "Buster?" I called out.

"Over here." Someone said quietly.

"Oh lord. Buster are you ok?" I said, hugging him.

He laughed, "I'm fine."

"It really doesn't seem like it." I said, sitting on the chair next to him. "So they just left you to chill down here?" I asked looking around.

"No. They went to get stuff. They are just over there." He said, pointing in a random direction.

"Thank god you're ok." I said, hugging him from the side. I saw the medical people walking back over. "Let me just move."

After about a half hour and the medics doing... stuff, they left Buster and I alone in the locker room.

"You know, that really scared me." I said, sitting in front if him.

"What did?"

"I don't like the idea of you being hurt."

"Well I'll try not to get hurt, just for you." He said, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles.

"Thanks. Do you want to go back up there?" I said, pointing to the dugout.

"Mhm." He said, gripping to the chair of the arm.

"C'mon. I got you." I said, grabbing his arm and helping him up.

I wrapped one arm around his waist and the other held the hand that was wrapped around my shoulders. We slowly walked up the steps to the dugout and once we got there all the guys rushed towards us.

"Guys I got it." I said, setting him down on the bench.

"You ok?" I asked him, handing him a water bottle.

"Yes Sam. I'm ok." He said, rubbing my shoulder reassuringly.

"I'm just worried."