The Owl House One-Shots (Revising)

Skatboards are stupid

TW: gore descriptions and a lot of swearing (it just fits the characters ok???)

Gus glanced between Matt and the skateboard, a tinge of worry in his eyes"You sure you can Skate Matty?"
"Yes I can Augustus." Matt sneered, ignoring the nickname for now.
"Ok, whatever you say." Gus replied, putting his hands up in defense
Matt steps onto the skateboard, and sets off , kicking his leg quickly behind him.
"AHA! I TOLD YOU-" The shorter screams as he makes a U turn...he hits a rock, sending him face first into the pavement
"Matt!" Gus calls, rushing over to this dumbass who has his hands on the ground, staining the pagement red like a blood bag
"fffuck" Matt dragged out, sitting himself up, a large scrape across the side of his face. Small pebbles were along the scrape
"I—You're bleeding!" Gus was sort of freaked out, worriedly turning Matt'e head to see the full scrape
"Yeah, No shit sherlock. how bad is it?" Matt scoffed, biting back his pain.
"It's not pretty." He says, showing Matt a Photograph
"TITAN- you're telling me that's on my Face?!" Matt shouted, the shock dripping from his words.
"I mean—You went face first into the pavement Matty..." Gus said
"Fair."
"Is anything else bleeding?"
Matt looks for any other scrapes "Just my knees and palms..."
"Well, you're not walking to the infirmary like that." Gus spoke sternly.
"Then how the hell Am I gonna get there?" Matt retorted.
A pause.
"I'll carry you I guess" Gus shrugged, hooking his arm beneath Matt's legs and around his back, lifting the boy Bridal style
Matt muttered something under his breath, covering his face with his free hand. After some time of Gus jogging, carrying the shorter as if he weighed nothing, the duo arrived at the Infirmary
"Viney! thank god you're here!" Gus says, letting Matt stand on his own for a brief moment. "Someone thought it was a good idea to skate as fast as possible on Luz's human board"
"Yeah. long story short, we're here now." Matt spoke, gesturing to his face woth his bloody palms facing outward.
"Yeesh. that's not good. Sit down, would you?" Viney spoke, her own tone deeply concerned, as Matt sat down in the chair provided
"Yeah, the way your leg is,I'd say this is twisted, and the scrape goes down too far to be healed quikcly. Not something we can fix in a snich. you'll have to bandage that up and try your luck with crutches for at least a week....Now about your face..."
Viney draws a Large spell circle, and waits. After a good deal of time, the scrape begins to repair itself, much to Viney and Gus's relief.
She passed a pair of forearm crutches to Matt, who slipped into them and gently adjusted them as best he could.
"There you go! now take it easy. and Dont try that again!" She yelled to Matt as he began to walk away with Gus
"Yeah, yeah, I know!" Matt called back, the crutches thumping softly against the ground.
"...You okay Matty?" Gus asked softly.
"Yeah...it doesn't hurt too bad..."
"Ah..."

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