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Lacrosse Injury- Chris

GUY!? 1k views??? I'm literally shitting myself just think about it
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This one is where Chris gets hurt and the others are protective
Also sry if the facts about lacrosse r wrong, even tho I'm literally from Canada idk how the game works

This one's inspired by the lacrosse video that's like an hour and a half long ( iykyk)
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Also sry for the current absence of nick one shots one's coming tmr

TW: pain, swearing
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           Chris sprinted down the field, his lacrosse stick poised in front of him. He could see the ball, bouncing on the grass a couple feet in front of him. He could also see the other player, coming straight at him, gaining on the ball.
    " Chris!" one of his teammates yelled from behind, letting him know that he was open for a pass.
    The wind whistled in his ears, cold air on his face. He wasn't sure if he had ever run this fast before.
    If he could just get the ball, pass it, then-
    " Ugh." The wind was violently knocked out of Chris as he and the opposing player collided over the ball. The grass was wet and chilly, but the feeling was numbed by the horrible pain in his wrist. He'd landed on it with his and the other boy's full weight.
    " Shit..." He groaned, pinned to the ground in agony.
    The other boy scrambled off of him, shaking his head.
    " What the hell." He grumbled, storming off.
The ref blew his whistle (?) and quickly kneeled next to Chris.
            " What hurts?" He asked, concerned.
             " Wrist." He hissed, rolling onto his side, clutching his arm.
           " Chris?" A familiar voice came. " Chris!"
         Matt shoved his way through the crowd that was beginning to form, worry creasing his eyebrows.
          " Oh my god." He dropped to his knees beside Chris, pushing his hair out of his eyes.          
            " I'm gonna kill that kid, holy shit. Did you see his face? He doesn't even care! Oh he's gonna get beaten-"
          " Matt?" Chris asked wanly. He looked pale.             
         " Can you help me get up?"
       " Oh yeah, of course." Matt quickly slid his arm around Chris's shoulders, careful to avoid his swollen wrist. " Are you ok?"
           " Mhm." Chris mumbled, suddenly extremely dizzy. The world tilted and spun.
       " Chris! Matt!" Nick ran onto the field and supported Chris's other side. " What happened? One second you were up and the next-"
        " Some kid creamed him." Matt growled.
         " What? Who?" Nick's eyes swept the field.
          " Number 14."
        Nick moved to go over to the guy, laughing on the side of the field. His face was a thunderstorm of anger.
    " Dude." Chris said weakly. " It's fine. 'Feel like I'm gonna faint though..."
    " Ok. Ok." Matt soothed, the two carefully settling Chris onto the cold metal bench. He curled into himself, gripping his wrist, teeth gritted in pain.
    " Put your head between your knees." Nick advised. " And take long, deep breaths."
    " Fuck." Chris muttered, tears pricking his eyes.
    " Shh, it's ok." Matt hushed, rubbing his back.
    " Chris!" Coach John rushed over, placing a hand on Chris's head. " We're gonna need to get checked out. Matt, I need you back on the field. We don't have another goalie."
    " But-" Matt started to protest.
    " Yeah Matt," Chris said weakly. " They need you. Go win for me."
Matt sighed, torn between his brother and his team. " Well-"
" Go." Chris urged, waving him off.
Matt bit his lip in frustration, but eventually ran back to the net.
" Hi Chris," A young woman in a tracksuit kneeled in front of him. " I'm going to check your wrist, ok?"
Chris nodded as she began to twist his wrist this way and that.
" Does this hurt?"
" Yes."
" What about here?"
" Shit. Yeah."
" And here?"
Chris nodded.
" Alright, so since it does have some mobility, it's most likely a sprain. If it continues to hurt sharply for over four weeks then-"
Her words were drowned out as Chris watched the kid he ran into take a wicked shot at Matt.
It's going in, it's going in, it's-
    Matt surged forwards and deftly caught the ball in the net of his stick.
    The stands exploded, Nick jumping to his feet and whistling beside Chris.
    Matt grinned brightly from the field, smothered by their teammates. Their eyes locked and Matt winked quickly.
    The lady stood up as she finished bandaging his wrist.
    " Ok, you're ready. Just take it easy and no sports for at least three weeks."
    " Thanks." Chris said, distracted as Matt ran over.
    " The game's done! We won!" The whole team swarmed over, high fiving each other.
    " Yo great job, Chris." One yelled.
    " Yeah, you good?" Another asked.
    Chris nodded in response to both of the questions. He still felt a little lightheaded.
    " Chris?" Matt whispered. " Next time someone pulls shit like that they'll have a lot more to worry about than a sprained wrist."
    Nick nodded in agreement, and the three brothers sagged tiredly together on the bench.
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