Fandom Imagines| Book 1

Bryce Harper #26

As I watched the game from my seat behind home base, I thought of Bryce. He had been acting up, being strange. He had been more reserved from me, rejecting our morning cuddles and eating a chaste breakfast of cereal. At first, I was hurt, thinking Bryce wanted to leave me. But I had been with Bryce for 3 years, and I knew that something was wrong. He would flinch in pain occasionally, which only lasted a moment. I had wanted to speak to him about it, but every time I approached Bryce, his eyes would turn cloudy and hurt would flash into his features.

I hoped it wasn't something seriously wrong. Bryce would tell me, wouldn't he? I spilled my fears to Bryce's sister, Brittany. She would freeze every time I mentioned it, dismissing it as nervousness for the next game. Bryce never got nervous. But every since Bryce had started acting up, his whole family had been tense, almost afraid. I tried to ask them to spill, but they would quickly change the subject, talking about how clear the day was, or how cold the air is. It bothered me. Did they all know something I didn't?

I took a quick glance to Bryce's family, who seemed distracted from his son who was walking up to bat. They all toyed with their phones nervously, constantly checking the bright screen. Brittany's husband, Jordan, was holding her tightly, whispering things into her ear. Reassurements. I sighed, looking to the home plate. I watched as Bryce's back muscles tensed through his shirt as he swung the bat back, ready to rip one. The pitcher slowly rotated the ball, before, it left his fingers, to Bryce. Bryce swung back, throwing the bat with all his force. It made a defining crack, and he raced forward as the ball soared high. 

I stood to cheer, whooping Bryce on to first, when he collapsed. It all happened so fast. First, he was sprinting to the base, then his lumbering form collapsed onto the red sand, the dust erupting in thick clouds. Chatter erupted through the stands, but I could only think of my collapsed boyfriend. His mother, Sheri, let out a shriek of horror. Ron clutched her tightly, his eyes wide with terror as he watched his unconscious son surrounded by medics. The world seemed to blur for a few long moments.

"Bryce.." I whispered, swaying. I could feel a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Sadie," Someone buzzed. It sounded faraway and echoey, like they were shouting through a long, dark tunnel, a small pinpoint of light meeting my eye. I could distinguish it as Bryan, Bryce's brother. "Bryce." I whimpered my boyfriends name again. The crowd around my was blurry, and I could only focus on the fear and pain of Bryce's collapse. Everything seemed slow, like we were moving in water. Like I couldn't breath. I tried to let in sharp gasps of air, trying to regain the breath that was never lost.

"We have to get to him!" I suddenly screamed, fighting in Bryan's tight grip. I swatted him, crying and screaming. Sheri began to cry as she watched me struggle, clutching Ron's red nationals jersey. Brittany turned away from me, hating to watch her best friend cry in agony for her boyfriend, who she was currently restricted to see. "We can't Sadie...We can't, the medics have to bring Bryce to the hospital." I then noticed that a group of medics were, without ease, lifting Bryce's body to a long white stretcher, and hauling him away. "No!" I gasped.

I slowly grew tired from my crying and kicking, hanging limp in Bryan's grasp. "No..." I sighed, dropping my head in defeat. My hair fell in front of my eyes. I felt numb from the pain in my aching chest. "We need to go to the hospital." murmured Jordan. I clutched to Bryan's jacket tightly, needing all the support I could get to not fall. Bryan sensed my again, or only part of it, and scooped me up. I was dimly aware of him carrying me out of the stadium, placing me in Sheri's car, and driving us to the hospital.

At sometime in the car, I passed away into sleep.

Hospital.

I gently knocked on the hospital door, letting out a breath. My hands shook, palms sweaty. I could hear the knob jiggling on the other side, and took a step back. A tall, but slim man in a white lab coat stepped out, his facial expression set to grim. His lips were pulled in a straight line, and his hands clutched the wooden clipboard, which looked about ready to snap. He nodded to me. "Bryce is awake, though I advise not to ask to many questions." The man stepped out of my way, quickly walking down the hall, his shoes making soft clicks.