Hughes Brothers Imagines

injuries (j.h)

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My soccer game was currently tied 2-2. As a forward, I knew it was my responsibility to score.

The whistle blew, starting the play.

I passed back to May, our center back. She played it wide to Ava, our winger.

Ava dribbled up to the midfield, before the other team's winger stole the ball from her.

"Recover Ava!" my dad, our coach, yelled from the sidelines.

She struggled to catch up, giving the other girl time to cross the ball. She found her teammate, who attempted to head it in.

Thankfully, our keeper, Dani, saved it.

I saw Ava sigh with relief, yelling a quick "Sorry!" to everyone.

"C'mon guys we got this!" I yelled, trying to encourage the team.

On the family sideline, I could see my mom, Ellen and Jim, accompanied by Quinn, Luke, and my boyfriend Jack.

"You got this girls!" my mother yelled, pulling the blanket in her lap up over her shoulders.

Dani punted the ball and it reached one of our midfielders. After juking out 2 girls, Sofia passed it out to Ava, who carried the ball further this time.

"Ball!" I yelled, letting her know I was open.

Ava passed the ball to me, I turned, and found my opening.

It was a small shooting window, but if my dad taught me one thing, you never know what can happen.

I took a few steps forward, planting my foot, and pulling my foot back to shoot.

As my laces made contact with the ball, I felt someone run into my knee, causing it to bend awkwardly.

I heard a popping noise come from my knee, followed by immense pain.

Before I could focus on what happened, I watched the ball find its way to the top corner of the goal.

I heard the whistle blow at the same time.

My hands went up, celebrating our win. And then the adrenaline wore off. Before I knew it, a sharp pain stemmed from my knee, causing some tears to well in my eyes.

My mom saw I stayed on the ground, my face on the turf. She immediately stood up, along with the Hughes's.

My teammates formed a circle around me, all of them asking me what happened.

"My knee." I breathed out, "I heard it pop."

My dad ran onto the field with a trainer.

He made his way through my teammates, "Honey! Are you okay?"

I shook my head, knowing something was seriously wrong.

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"Okay. I have good news and bad news." the doctor said.

My breath hitched, not knowing what words would follow her mouth.

Jack's grip on my hand tightened as he held my hand, standing at the side of the hospital bed.

"Bad news is, you tore your ACL. You'll need surgery, followed by recovery and physical therapy. It will be around 8 months before you can set foot on a field again." she said.

I heard Ellen gasp.

Tears well up in my eyes. 8 months? Was she crazy?

The doctor smiled warmly, seeing the tears in my eyes, "Good news is, it isn't fully torn. It's only 85% torn. Which lessens your recovery time. If it had been completely torn, you'd be looking at about a year off the field."

"You call that good news?" I exclaimed, misdirecting my anger. I knew it wasn't her fault I was hurt.

My mother smacked my arm, "Y/n! do not speak to her that way."

"I'm sorry," I turned to face the doctor, "I'm really sorry. I'm just upset."

The doctor shook her head, understanding where my anger came from, "I get it. But you're 17. This is just a bump in the road to your very bright future. You're lucky. People come in with worse injuries that don't allow them to play again."

"I don't feel very lucky." I mumbled.

"Well you don't feel like it now. But trust me. You are." the doctor sighed, "I'll give you some time to calm down. Mom and Dad I need you to sign a few forms for me."

My parents nodded, "We'll be right back"

"We'll go with them. Quinn, Luke?" Jim said, implying to his sons to go with them.

"Sorry kid. It was a good goal though." Quinn said, patting my back.

I chuckled, "Thanks Q."

Luke hugged me, "You were great."

"Thanks Lukey." I replied, hugging him back.

They all gave me a thin lipped smile, leaving me and Jack alone.

He leaned down and kissed my forehead, "I'm really sorry babe."

"It's fine. At least we won the game." I answered, trying to stay positive.

"Yeah, you scored an absolute banger!" He laughed, making me laugh too.

"I guess that's true. It was pretty lucky though."

He moved me over, giving him some space to lay next to me, "No way! That's all skill."

I pulled his arm around my shoulders, leaning my head onto him.

"Do you think i'll be able to play the same after all this?" I asked him, anxiously

He sighed and grabbed my face to look up at him, "I think you'll be even better."

He leaned down to kiss me, holding me tight whilst he did.

Pulling away, he said, "You'll be alright beautiful. I know it."

i tore my acl 4 months ago, recovery sucks 😭

anywho, hope you enjoyed this one!

<3, J