Part two Thank you for your requests!
"Damnit!" Tom screamed throwing the x-Ray towards the wall, in a perfect spiral none the less.
"It's really broken?" You asked holding Toms hand while he pouted.
"Yes it's broken." The doctor informed you.
"But it's a hairline fracture, right? I can play in a week?" Tom asked hopefully.
The doctor sighed, "No it's a clean break. Tom you'll be out for the rest of the season."
You could see Toms face twisting in anger.
"Can you give us a moment?" You asked politely, in an effort to remove the doctor before Toms upcoming outburst.
"Certainly." He grabbed his clip board and closed the door.
"Tom--"
"I'm screwed, It's over. I had a good run." Tom ranted.
"Oh stop it, you're the best I know. You will be back at it in no time." You tried to reason.
Countless records broken, you knew it was impossible for him to let the game go.
"Damnit Violet, you don't understand." He rolled his eyes.
You sat next to him on the table.
"Then let my understand Tommy, tell me how you are feeling." You beg holding his hand.
"No I'm no good at that. Talking about...feelings." He shivered.
"You could try."
"Violet, football it's the only thing I'm good at, what happens when that goes away?"
You struggled, you didn't know he was feeling this way.
"That's just not true. You're good at lots of things. You're good at making people laugh. Good at hugging, and kissing..."
He smirked, "anything else."
You slapped his arm "Thomas!"
"Listen Tom, we will get through this. You're not alone in this, and at the end of the day it's just a bone, and you're the GOAT."
He laughed and kissed you on the head.
