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The ass print of number 13

It was the day of the big game coach gave us a speech consisting of two words "good luck". We run threw our banner and make it to the sidelines he send out Jesse Jack Bernie and a bunch of other good I think to myself Malcolm is still out of play I know the sport is fun but it's also dangerous "Yo Will" I hear and chuckle "yea Malc" I say "think we'll win?" I just nod he pats my head three consecutive times and my smile grows a little more "you too" I say hushed he nods. We make it to half time and that's when the slight drizzle begins. It's gonna be a cold one. We make it out and appreciate our field show for being off the field just in time. They sounded nice and I'm sure the twirlers looked great, not better than Malc but great. We run out and that's when it happens I hear Malcolm's name and then mine shortly after. I shake it off and run out to my position the play starts and it's going well we get back in our positions finish out the play we gained a yard and we're going to gain another one resulting in a pile up I look around and still don't see my number 47 they all get off and I hear Malcolm yelling and see him lying on the cold wet dirt tears in his eyes trying desperately not to let people move him the ref asks for a trainer they jog out check his left ankle please don't be bad I think to myself the trainer and I pick up Malcolm and help him off the field they put him in the table and since we are subbed out anyway I stand close he grabbed my hand and as they started to remove his cleat he gasped and shouted profanities "hey hey shhhh" I say trying to relax the yelling so he would get in trouble I'm sure people would turn a blind eye but with one small movement he screamed "FUCK AGHHH" and then some lady started yelling "THIS IS A FAMILY FRIENDLY GAME YOUR NOT ALOUD TO SAY THAT STUFF" I went to leave but Malc squeezed harder "OH SHUT UP LADY HIS ANKLE IS LITERALLY BACKWARDS" I yelled "you'll be okay Malc ok" he nodded but threw his head back in pain again they brought him off the field and we continued the game we were getting ready to snap the ball and I heard someone saying something about 47 and shortly after saying acting like a bitch so I focused all my energy into the play and we got too score twice
The person continued to shit  talk so when we huddled and coach asked what's wrong I said "number 13 that's what's wrong" and he moved me down the line right next to 13 "then knock him on his ass kid" I nodded and did just that. We won the game and before I could do anything I went straight to the trainers office to find dried tears on my boyfriends face "hey you alright" I said shyly he nodded and sat up slightly "My mom asked if you could give me a ride to the hospital because she is already on shift there" I nodded I turned around and locked the door "I was worried for you" I said lowly "come here" I walked closer my helmet was in my hand so I set it down my sweaty hair sat stuck to my forehead and my eye black drooped down I still got a kiss and a hug and helped him get his crutches I took of my gear grabbed out stuff and drove to the hospital turns out it was as expected broken but he's okay i reminded myself I brought him to my house and we took the weekend to relax while number 13 ass print gets fixed.