WOSO One-Shots

Im Sorry - Jordan Nobbs

Y/N POV: 

Jordan was right. 

I'm not okay, physically or mentally. The injury from the last game has put too much on me, yet i was refusing treatment for some reason. I need to tell her. I need to sort my shit out so that Jonas actually trusts me cause right now, hes been giving me the dirtiest looks in training. 

Jordan POV: 

I can see right through her. I've been living with her since she joined Arsenal, yet she thinks i trust her judgement of things? We have a really important game coming up. It's the Conti Cup final. Arsenal v Chelsea. A london derby. I need to have a talk with her. I need to do something before she injures herself even more than she already has. 

Yet she is barely ever at home. Shes either at training or out for walks, or doing something that involves being outside. 

On most training days, Y/N would leave the house at around half 7 even though training doesn't start till 9. I don't know what she does when she leaves, she doesn't tell me and whatever i try, she never will tell me. I won't get through to her. I know it. 

 (At Training)

Iv'e just arrived at training and immediately notice Y/N already on the pitch, running laps. If i can't talk to her, i might have to talk to Jonas about it. You an see the pain in her face when she is running on her ankle. She is in so much pain yet she won't admit it. At this point, it's pissing me off.  

As the team are walking out onto the training pitch, Y/N must be onto her 9th or 10th lap at least. 

Just as she was coming round the corner, i manage to stop her, and grab her to a full stop. 

"What the fuck Jordan? You could have made me fall and injure myself!"

"You already are injured. I can see it in your face. If you don't get treatment, you could end up with a serious, possibly career threatening injury!" 

"I don't need treatment or help, I'm fine."

Them words echoing through my head. 

"NO YOUR NOT!" I snap, hoping that she realises how worried i am for her. 

Instead, of training, she storms off into the changing rooms. 

Y/N POV: 

I'm sick of it. She's always telling me what i need or what to do. She doesn't know my body!

Little, did i know, Leah Williamson was listening to the full thing. 

"She's worried for you. You're injured. We can all see it. " She says, in the calming voice that always seems to work.  

The net minute, the world froze and all i could feel was an regular shooting pain, through my ankle. I can't pretend it's not there. There's a crowd in front of me that can all apparently 'see through me' but i don't think they can. 

"Absolutely not. " I hear, making out the Scottish voice to be the one of Kim Little. 

I just stare at her. In complete confusion. 

"You are not going to sit there and pretend everything is okay. We can see through you Y/N. Whether you think so or not, we can. And we can tell you are in pain. So let us help you. Before you do some serious damage to your body."

I open my mouth to speak but i can't. Nothing comes out. I run, as fast as i can, unsure of where in headed, i freeze. And just collapse against the wall. Tears streaming down my face at this point. 

All i can hear are three pairs of boots chattering against the floor. 

"Y/N" Leah says, trying to get me to talk. 

"Guys i've got it, go back to the team." Jordan requests, As Leah and Kim run back.

I burst into tears. Screaming. Crying. Half cause of the pain, half cause of the embarrassment.  

"It's alright, I'm here, talk to me please. "

"I'm sorry."

Was all that managed to escape from my mouth. 

"What do you mean you're sorry? There's nothing to be sorry about. " Jordan says, attempting to calm me down. 

"I'm sorry." I say, repeating myself. Unable to say other words. 

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Authors Note!

Okay, okay. I know I've been gone for bloody ages. I PROMISE I'll try and update whenever I can :) just got a bit of personal stuff to deal with first.

Word count: 748

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