Being from Washington, I didn't quite keep up with what my ex-boyfriend was doing when he was traded to the Dodgers.
That was until I got a job at ESPN where I'd be reporting on the Los Angeles Angels, and it was basically my job to scope out every other team and prepare a large report for my pregame section and what to expect.
One night I was sat on my couch, laptop open as the Dodger game played in the background, a loud yelp coming from one of the broadcasters to which I rolled my eyes at, they were always gushing on and on about how amazing a play was despite it just being a routine ground ball.
It was until the replay came on, that I realized my ex-boyfriend had just gotten completely nailed in the face by a 96 mile per hour fastball.
Unfortunately though, I only caught the tail-end of the injury outcome and didn't catch the aftermath that conveyed whether Trea was okay or not.
I exhaled and quickly opened up a new tab on my laptop, loading up twitter and slowly typing in, 'Trea Turner'.
Thousands of images came up of rather gruesome sights of Trea being carted off, a whole side of his face bleeding, with him visibly being shaken up as questions surfaced if he was all there afterwards while being taken to a nearby hospital.
Tears brimmed my eyes as I looked deeper through all the tweets. I don't know why I was so freaked out about this, but obviously I was freaked out enough to brainlessly grab all my belongings, get into the car, and drive half an hour to downtown LA and find Trea.
It wasn't until I arrived that I realized how dumb it was that I was there. Trea and I hadn't spoken a word to each other since we broke up, and the break up wasn't necessarily a nice one either.
I paced a little bit, going forward then turning around a few times, battling myself on whether or not I should leave.
Finally making up my mind, I wiped the tears from my eyes and left the hospital, the doors sliding open as another young woman walked tearfully past me as well.
"Y/N?" she asked, stopping as I slowly turned around to face her, and realize it was Trea's sister.
"Oh, hey..." I started, "I— tell Trea I hope he's alright," I stuttered, "I... I don't know why I came but I did and I realized it was stupid and I shouldn't have and it's probably would've freaked Trea out and—" I began to ramble.
"Y/N," Teal said softly, "Stay," she stated, taking my hand as her bright blue eyes stared into my own, "He would want to see you."
Teal assured me once more by squeezing my hand, and wiping a tear off my cheek that fell from my eye.
"Okay," I nodded, as she delicately smiled and led me to Trea's hospital room.
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love watching this guy commit hate crimes against the padres and aj preller. thank you trea for reminding me how bad our organization really is. you saved my life. love you 🙏🙏
