GROUNDING 🏈 Nick Bosa

#SIXTY FIVE.

When I get to work Nick is already standing by my office door, which caught me a bit off guard.

"Hey, you okay?" I softly, ask. I could tell he was angry and although, I knew he wouldn't psychically harm me. He was still very, intimidating when he was like this.

He sucks in his body lip and looks down at me with dark eyes. "Just open the fucking door."

My eyes widen back up at his before I quickly, unlock and open the door, he follows me inside.

Once we make our way through the entrance he spins around and continues to stare at me with a look that was terrifying.

"Look, you need to clear me for this game tomorrow." He says, without much emotion to his voice.

"What.. Clear you? What do you mean?"

"I need you to fucking clear me, so that I can play." He says this in a tone as if I were a child that didn't understand.

"Clear you how? From your concussion? Nick, I'm not a doctor. I work on muscles and tendons.. not brains."

He in one swift motion punches the wall beside me. Instantly startling the shit out of me. I completely recoil away in fear, like a turtle in its shell. He was definitely scaring me now.

"Tell them that I'm okay!" He yells. "I can play!"

I look into his eyes and I could see pure rage.

"I can't! I'm sorry!" I feel my eyes start to become watery with panic. I didn't know how to de-escalate this situation that was becoming more and more frightening by the second. Could he actually hurt me? I start to think to myself now.

"I want to fucking play." He starts to break down, rubbing the palms of his hands against his face and walks away from me pacing within the hallway of the massage rooms. "That's all I fucking want." I hear his voice start to crack.

I quickly walk towards him and lead him into one of the rooms.

He starts to cry. "Man... they're going to lose."

I pull him into a hug and he leans his head down into the corner of my neck and shoulder. Starting to cry even harder.

"I just played the last game of my season and didn't even know it... this sucks so fucking bad." He says.

"Nick, they're not going to lose." I try to comfort him.

"They are." He weeps.

"No they're not. I promise." I tell him.

"Don't promise that, Liliana. Don't do that." He says.

I lift his face up towards mine and wipe away his tears. He was in an absolutely miserable state. I could see the sadness and confusion in his eyes.

"It's going to be okay." I whisper. "You should go home and rest."

"I don't want to go home." He protest like a child.

"Nick..."

"—Not without you." He adds.

"I can't leave work right now. You know that."