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You clinched your popcorn box so tightly it burst, causing the kernels to fly.
The patriots offensive line is less than productive these days, which understandably would make the quarterbacks girlfriend nervous.
"Come on Tommy get up," You whisper to yourself, slowly rising from your seat.
He always bounces right up, physically, and emotionally. It's something you love about him. But not today, he is laying there limply with his teammates gathered around him.
"I'm going down there." You state handing the broken popcorn box to your friend Delilah.
"Violet, I'm sure he's fine."
You paid no mind to her protests and shuffled threw the crowd.
You hopped over the concrete barrier that was separating the stands and the patriots sideline.
"Excuse me miss, you need to go back or we will escort you out of the stadium." An officer strictly informed.
"No, I have to go out there." You protested, he grabbed your left arm in an attempt to escort you away from the bench.
"You don't understand I need to see him!" You yell hoping he would recognize who you are.
"We appreciate your concern," he told you slightly annoyed.
"Hey," Malcolm Butler interrupted the struggle, "Better get your hands off Toms girl."
You snatched your arm from him and wiped a stray tear from your face.
"You're okay?" Butler asked when the officer finally sauntered away.
"Is Tom?"
He shrugged and you look out at the field. A stretcher, along with medical staff were approaching the spot were Tom lays.
You take off jogging his way.
"Tommy?" You ask kneeling at his side.
"Violet?" He winced in pain as the secured his leg to the stretcher, "what are you doing out here baby?"
"I was worried, I didn't know what was going on."
He smiled weakly and wiped a few tears off your cheek.
"It's just my leg, I'll probably go back in the game." He reassured you.
The medic laughed, "not a chance in hell you're coming back in Tom."
He rolled his eyes.
They lifted him on the golf cart thing that they use to take injured players off the field.
"Violet?" He asked
"Yes?"
"Will you go with me? To get my leg checked?"
You smiled because you could tell he was nervous, you never know with his age what injuries could be career ending.
"Of course."
You held his hand all the way threw the tunnel.
