Friends for life?

2. The Scan

The City game hit the team hard, they'd been so close to winning the trophy and missed out on it at the last hurdle. Isla felt personally responsible.
The team had already lost Nobbs to injury weeks earlier and now the captain had been injured in their final match while running to take a shot at goal.

The day after the final they were all back in the training centre for the usual recovery sessions. Ice baths, stretching, 1 on 1s with the physios. Isla has been sent straight for a scan to check the damage to her knee. Arsenal had sent her to the best sports injury clinic in London. Hobbling in with her crutches she thought it seemed more like a fancy sports club then a medical clinic. The entrance alone felt like the check in for a plush 5 star hotel with art work on the walls and the dark wood reception desk taking pride of place.

She was brought out of her thoughts by the lady behind the desk "You must be Isla Thomson? We've been expecting you" How did they know her name?? She looked at the lady behind the desk questioning how she knew. She wasn't wearing any club branded clothing. Deciding against drawing any attention to herself she opted for a cream hoodie and a pair of black Nike shorts, along with a cap to try to hide her face incase she was spotted. Avoiding any photos today was high on her priorities. The last thing she needed was the bags under her eyes plastered over social media.

The scan itself was over pretty quickly. Being a professional athlete you tend to get used to these things pretty quickly.  With her injuries over the last few years it became second nature to have scans and mobility tests done. That didn't make the wait for the results any easier even if it was only 10 minutes (perks of being at the top sports clinic she thought)

The good news, it was confirmed almost immediately that it wasn't her ACL again. She knew that herself but always best to get it checked. The bad news... MCL tear. She zoned out while the doctor explained the next steps. Luckily he's given her a folder full of notes, the scans and recommended exercises for her to handover to the staff back at Arsenal.

So that's where she headed. Luckily the driver who dropped her off waited outside and as soon as he saw her quickly opened the door to the car. AirPods in she pressed shuffle on her playlist and watched the busy London streets as they headed back to the training centre. She must've dozed off, and was awoken by the conversation between her driver and security allowing him to drop her off right at the training centre entrance. It was no surprise she fallen asleep in the car since she hardly slept the night before.

Thanking the driver she made her way inside and straight to the treatment rooms. She'd already text the coach, Jonas, before she fell asleep on the journey back. On her way to the physio she met her fellow Scot Jen Beattie who walked with her and brought her back to the meeting room the debrief would be happening in.

Cheers erupted when she hobbled in with her crutches. Nobody has expected her to make an appearance after her scan, really they shouldn't have been shocked. Even when injured she'd show up to games, meetings, even travelling to away games when she could.

The debrief was over quickly, not much could be said. They all worked their asses off but City had been better on the day. Nothing would change that. For now the team had 6 weeks off before pre season started, except the girls playing in the euros. For the first time ever, Isla was glad Scotland hasn't qualified. She didn't think she could watch from the stands while her team took part.

As the meeting ended she could catch up with the team properly, filling them on in her injury and making plans for the team night out in a few days. While the team headed to the changing room to get their bags, she waited by the reception chatting to a few of the men's team who were leaving. Her fellow Scot, Kieran Tierney, offering her a lift home since she had been told not to drive. She declined knowing her bestie and now housemate (that's a whole other story for another time) was on her way out the building.

In typical Leah style she marched off towards her car, temporarily forgetting Isla had crutches and couldn't keep up. Only realising Isla wasn't beside her when she didn't answer her, she put her bags in the car boot and ran over grabbing Isla by the waist and practically throwing her over her shoulder before heading back to her car.

Isla screaming at Leah to put her down while laughing at the younger blonde. While Jen and Kim Little were laughing in the background and filming their antics.

In true team chaos, the video was on Jen's Instagram straight away and been seen by thousands of followers already. Isla wasn't surprised or even annoyed, it's what she loves about the team and the fans.

Leah carried Isla again when they arrived home. Leaving her on the sofa to order pizza for dinner while she took their bags upstairs.

Obviously she was distracted since 10 minutes later she still hadn't appeared downstairs. The ping on Isla's phone proved that.

Instagram notification
Leah Williamson has tagged you in a story
The video of her running through the car park with Isla over her shoulder with the words
"carry you if I have to 🩼"

Isla: LEAH!! I swear to god!!

A/N:
I hope you're enjoying this story so far. I've got an idea of how it'll go but let me know if there's anything you'd like to see happen in the next few chapters.
Thanks for reading x