Shooting for the goal

Stiff

I wake my left arm in a cast, stiff, completely. My cheek swollen, busted lip. Cuts all over my legs, completely bandaged ankle to mid thigh. I try to breathe but I feel like my lungs are being stabbed, I gasp. I choke on a sob, I try to flex my hand but even thats broken. Tears start to flow.

"No, no, no... it's okay, don't cry..." I recognized the voice as if it's my own.

"Jorge?" I croak my vision blurry from tears.

"Shh... it's okay," I feel his hand touch my cheek, I blink away the tears to see Jorge. He has a broken arm, nose and a black eye.

"Not fair," I whisper, my voice hoarse.

"You didn't have a seat belt on. Your injuries are way worse. Don't worry though, I'm here too. Literally in the same room. I made them, I knew you would hit panic mode when you woke up."

I smirk, "Thanks," it's silent for a bit. Jorge sighs, "Dusty, you have no idea how relieved I was when you called. I started to cry. But then I heard the other people talking and by the sound of it I knew something wasn't right. I had to find you. Even if I had to tear this world apart. I was gonna find you." I'm crying my eyes out. Jorge slides into the bed with me the bed shuttered under our weight. Jorge holds me with one arm delicately to his chest. I lean into him, my hero, my world, my everything.

"I almost lost you, Dusty. Mi chava. Mi mundo. Mi todo," he whispers in my ear.

"Jorge," I whisper, he looks at me, "I want you, I want to call you mine. I want us." Jorge's arm tightens around me.

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"Okay, but everyone's dying to see you. I kinda made them wait, cause I called dibs."

I laugh, "Jorge, let them in."

"Okay," he says kissing my forehead and rolling out of my bed. He opened the door and people poured into the room with flowers, balloons, and cards. My dad's eyes were swollen from crying, so were Reece and Saphire but they were smiling for me as if they were trying to 'stay strong'.

"Baby you scared me so bad. Jorge called... and I just..." my dad choked on his words, I started to cry. I couldn't even think of my life without both my girls. The thought brought me tears. That's why I went to find you. And when I pulled you from that car I cradled you in my arms. And I thought... I thought it would be the last time I held my baby girl again," my dad had lost it and at that point so had I. I looked around the room at my friends. I tried to imagine what it would be like losing one of them. That's what it almost felt like to them. I look at my legs.

"Don't worry guys, as soon as I get better I'll be out playin' soccer again," I say smiling. Everyone laughed but deep down they knew it was true.

"Yeah don't count on that for awhile," my dad said.

"Yeah and with me around it'll be longer," Jorge said. We smiled.