Matilda's Imagines

No

It happened so fast.

One minute, Y/n was darting down the sideline during training, chasing a loose ball with her usual reckless determination. The next, her foot caught on a divot in the turf, her ankle twisting violently. A sharp crack-pop echoed in her ears, and before she even hit the ground, she knew something was very, very wrong.

"Y/N!" Kyra's voice cut through the pitch.

The pain was blinding — hot and immediate. She tried to curl up, but even the slightest movement sent a jolt up her leg. Panic set in, her ADHD-brain spiraling as thoughts collided: This is bad. I'm useless. Coach is gonna be mad. It's fine, maybe it's just a sprain. No, it popped, it definitely popped—

Kyra skidded to her knees beside her, Macca and Lani not far behind.

"Don't move, bub, don't move," Macca said, her big hands hovering but not touching yet.

"Mini!" Caitlin was already waving furiously toward the sideline.

Mini Gorry's voice was steady when she arrived, but her eyes flicked quickly over the swelling ankle and the unnatural angle. "It's out. We need to put it back before it locks up."

The words barely registered before Y/n's chest tightened. "W-wait—no, no, no—"

Kyra crouched at her head. "Breathe, squirt. It's gonna hurt, but we've got you."

"I can't—I can't do that," Y/n whimpered, trying to sit up. Mini's hand was suddenly on her shoulder, gentle but firm.

"Y/n, look at me," Mini said in that mum-tone that left no room for arguing. "We have to do this now. The quicker, the better. It's gonna be rough for a second, but then it'll be over."

Y/n's breathing hitched. ADHD made holding still feel impossible even on a good day, and this was not a good day.

"Lani, help me hold her leg steady," Mini ordered. "Macca, keep her other side still."

"I don't want this, I don't want this!" Y/n pleaded, her voice breaking as tears pooled in her eyes. Kyra's hand threaded into her hair, grounding her.

"You're safe. I swear on my life, you're safe," Kyra whispered.

Mini knelt beside Y/n, one hand anchoring her shin, the other braced for the maneuver. "On three. One—"

There was no two. Mini didn't give her the chance to overthink. The ankle was yanked and twisted sharply back into place.

White-hot agony exploded through Y/n's body, ripping a scream from her throat — and then the world tilted and went black.

⸻

When she came to, she was lying with her head in Kyra's lap, Caitlin fanning her with a bib like she'd just run a marathon. Macca was crouched nearby, her expression a mix of worry and relief, and Mini was wrapping her ankle with expert precision.

"Hey, sleepyhead," Kyra murmured when she noticed her eyes opening.

Y/n groaned. "Did I... pass out?"

"Yep," Lani grinned, "and you swore at Mini. Twice."

Mini smirked. "I'll let it slide. This time." But her voice softened. "Proud of you, kiddo. You handled it."

Y/n blinked up at her, feeling that familiar warmth that always came when the team surrounded her like this. They weren't just teammates. They were... home.