Matilda's Imagines

Beep, Beep, Beep

The Matildas were in the middle of an intense training session, sweat dripping, and the sound of cleats on turf echoing across the field. Y/n was pushing herself harder than usual, darting between cones and firing shots on goal with laser focus.

Kyra watched from the sidelines, narrowing her eyes as Y/n ignored her CGM (Continuous Glucose Monitor) beeping faintly.

"Oi, Y/n!" Kyra called. "Your monitor's screaming louder than Macca after missing a shot!"

"I'm fine!" Y/n yelled back, not even glancing at her wrist.

Kyra frowned, jogging over to Mini, who was observing from the sidelines. "Mini, Y/n's ignoring her monitor. Again."

Mini's calm demeanor shifted into concern. "I'll handle it," she said firmly, making her way onto the field.

"Y/n," Mini called as the teenager sprinted by. "Come here. Now."

Y/n froze mid-run, her instincts kicking in at the firmness in Mini's voice. She jogged over reluctantly, her head down.

"Yes, Mini?"

Mini crossed her arms, her gaze stern. "Your monitor has been beeping non-stop. Why haven't you checked it?"

Y/n shrugged, avoiding eye contact. "It's nothing. I'll check it later."

"Later isn't good enough," Mini replied, her tone sharp. "Show me your levels. Now."

Y/n hesitated but finally held out her wrist for Mini to scan. Mini's eyes widened as she read the dangerously low number.

"Y/n! You're hypoglycemic!" Mini exclaimed. "You should've stopped ages ago. Why didn't you say anything?"

"I didn't want to be a burden," Y/n mumbled, her voice small.

"You are never a burden," Mini said, her tone softening but still firm. "This is your health, sweetheart. You can't ignore it, no matter how much you want to push through."

Mini guided Y/n to the sidelines, where Caitlin handed her a juice box. "Here, kiddo," Caitlin said gently. "Drink this."

Y/n took it reluctantly, sipping slowly while Mini knelt in front of her.

"Y/n, this can't happen again," Mini said, her voice a mix of worry and authority. "Your health comes first, always. Do you understand me?"

Y/n nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Mini."

"I know you are," Mini replied, pulling her into a hug. "But we're going to make sure this doesn't happen again. You're putting the CGM app on my phone."

"What?" Y/n asked, pulling back in surprise.

"You heard me," Mini said. "If you won't check your levels, I will. No more hiding, okay?"

Y/n hesitated but eventually nodded. "Okay."

Once Y/n's levels stabilized, the rest of the team gathered around, showering her with love and support.

"Next time, just yell at us," Kyra said, ruffling Y/n's hair. "I'll carry you off the field if I have to."

"Same," Macca chimed in. "Although I might trip and drop you, so maybe stick with Kyra."

The room filled with laughter, lightening the mood.

"You're part of this team," Alana added. "And that means we've got your back, no matter what."

Mini squeezed Y/n's shoulder. "Exactly. You don't have to do this alone, Y/n. We're all here for you."

Y/n looked around at her teammates, her heart swelling with gratitude. "Thanks, guys," she said softly.

From that day forward, Y/n knew she wasn't just part of a team—she was part of a family.

The next morning at the training center, Mini met Y/n at the entrance, phone in hand. "Alright, kiddo," she said, handing it over. "Time to set up the app."

Y/n sighed but nodded, quickly syncing her CGM app to Mini's phone. The process didn't take long, and Mini smiled as the familiar numbers appeared on her screen.

"There," Mini said with satisfaction. "Now I'll get alerts whenever your levels go out of range. And if I see you ignoring it, you'll be benched until you sort it out. Deal?"

"Deal," Y/n mumbled, already feeling like she'd lost the battle before it began.

Kyra strolled over, munching on an apple. "So, Mini's your glucose cop now, huh? Tough break, kid."

"Shut up, Kyra," Y/n groaned, though her lips twitched into a smile.

The team hit the field for their first drill of the day, with Y/n back to her usual bouncy self. She darted through defenders, her energy seemingly endless despite the lingering embarrassment from yesterday.

As the practice intensified, Mini's phone buzzed. She pulled it out, her brow furrowing. "Y/n!" she shouted from the sideline.

Y/n froze mid-run and turned toward Mini, already knowing what was coming. "What?"

Mini waved her phone in the air. "You're dropping fast. Take a break. Now."

"But—"

"No buts!" Mini's voice left no room for argument.

Y/n trudged over, grumbling under her breath, as Caitlin handed her a juice box with a smirk.

"I've got a stash of these now," Caitlin said. "Might as well make it my new role on the team—juice box supplier."

Kyra joined them, plopping down beside Y/n. "If Mini weren't watching, I'd bet you'd try to sneak back onto the field."

"Maybe," Y/n admitted sheepishly.

"Well, don't," Kyra said, throwing an arm around Y/n's shoulders. "We need you healthy, not passed out on the grass. Got it?"

Y/n nodded, sipping her juice. "Got it."

After training, Mini gathered the team for a quick meeting in the lounge. Y/n slouched in a chair, trying to disappear as Mini addressed everyone.

"Alright, team," Mini began, "we're all going to keep an eye on Y/n. She's got a lot on her plate with managing her diabetes, and it's easy to get distracted during practice. If you notice her monitor beeping or anything off, let me know immediately."

"On it," Alana said.

"Consider me her personal blood sugar bodyguard," Kyra added with a grin.

Y/n groaned. "You're all overreacting."

"No, we're not," Mini said, fixing Y/n with a gentle but firm look. "We're protecting you, because we love you."

"Exactly," Caitlin said, handing Y/n another juice box just to tease her. "You're stuck with us, kiddo."

Y/n rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her smile. "Fine. Thanks, I guess."