Thirty||w.s.c

Three

"Kota?" Klays frantic voice fills my ears as I try to open my eyes. "Dakota please."

"Is she able to play? she needs to shoot a foul shot." My coach yells to whomever was holding me in their arms.

"Does she look like she could play?!" Stephen's voice exclaims sarcastically, the arms I was in shifting me slighly so my head was resting on someones chest. "Get the trainor."

I groan from the sudden movement, and pry my eyes open an inch to see a sliver of light, making me shut my eyes again. "fuck." 

"Kota?" klay's voice murmurs over the commotion of the fans. "Uh-Can you hear me?"

"Yeah but I-I cant open my eyes," I say, mumbling. "the l-lights too b-bright." I say, finally gaining consiousness, but also gaining the urge to throw up.

"Wheres the trainer?" Steph asks. "This is his job, not ours."

"Calm down he just went to get ice for her ankle." Coach says. 

"Oh." Steph says.

"Alright I'm back." the trainer says,my eyes still shut and I'm still huddled in someones chest. "Take her to the locker room and keep the lights at minimum."

"Okay." Stephen's voice rings through my ears, and I'm lifted in someone's arms and I burrow my head into his chest.

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finally, as I peak under my eyelids, I notice the lighting change and let out a relieved sigh. "my head's killing me." 

"Well, thats what happens when you get a concussion."

I look up at the person sitting next to me, the direction of the voice, and let out a confused glance when I see stephen smiling down at me while im laying on the bench. 

"where's Klay?"

Steph's smile falters. "Um-he just went outside to call your parents."

"oh." I murmur, feeling awkward.

I try to move my ankle, but as I do, a sharp pain shoots right through it, and I let out a squeal.

"What hppened?" Steph says frantically. "are you alright?"

Alright? really? no. My head is feeling as if i were dying, and i cant feel my ankle unless I move it. we probably lost the game because of me and Klay isnt here with me.

"I'm perfectly fine." Is all I say, confused about Stephen's sudden change of heart. Wasn't he a douche bag hours ago?

Wait I dont really know..I cant remember..

"Obviously not." he sneers out. "You cant move."

"no need to be rude." At this, I roll my eyes, but end up holding my head in my hands again. "Shit that hurt."

"Yeah, and you're totally fine." he scoffs, rolling his eyes. 

god..he is rude.

"Okay, her parents are noted about her injury," Klay says, coming into the dark locker room, and without realizing, slamming the door.

I groan in pain again from the loud sound, and Klay is by my side in an instant. "Gosh Im sorry! How are you feeling? Is your ankle okay? how about your head? Does it hurt? Any pain? ooh ouch your ankle is-"

"Come on, man." Steph interupts. "She's obviously in terrible pain. she has a concussion so her head is going to hurt, and her ankle is black and blue, not to mention swollen. so yeaah. She is in pain." 

I glare at him, my head pounding. "I can speak for myself, asshole. Im totally fine."

"oh I'm sorry," Steph mocks apologetically, a hand over his heart, a forced smile on his thin lips. "And youre not fine."

"Yes I am!"

Steph scoffs while I look over at Klay for help. 

"I-Im just gonna go to the bathroom." I mumble to get away from the situation, and wobble on one foot and make my way to the locker room bathroom, still able to hear their conversation.

Klay's confused voice asks steph. "What the hell man? Why the additude?"

theres silence for a few moments until stephens quickened voice comes to be heard. "She says she's fine, when she was laying unconsious in my arms for fifteen minutes, Klay. She was huddled in my chest the whole time she was aware of her surroundings, and was groaning every second from pain. When she finally opened her eyes to see, they were so dialated it wouldve made everyone worried. Do you not know how worried I was?" Steph says, standing up from his seat next to me to walk over to Klay, who was standing over to my right.

"Fifteen minutes?!" i swear under my breath. Wait. Steph was the one who was comforting me?

"You barely know her. Why would you be so worried?" 

"I may have met her yesterday, but that does not mean I barely know her." He scoffs. "She is Dakota Storm, after all. Everyone knows who she is. And also, I was worried because I had a similar experience happen to me, remember? So to know what kind of confusion and pain someone is in would kind of make them worried, right?"

Now, I step out of the bathroom, and look at the two men who were face to face, so I let out a cough to show that I heard the whole thing.

 "Who knew Stephen Curry had a heart.." I murmured, glancing over at him with a soft smile.

Steph turns his complete attention on me as he notices me clinging to the wall, unstable on my feet-er-..foot.

"You heard that?" he whispers quietly, unsure what to say or do, so he just slowly approaches me with his hand out to stable me.

Klay just simply looks over at me while I grab onto Steph, and his hand that wasnt holding my arm found its way to my waist.

"yeah." I look up at Steph with a confused smile.

Steph nods and clears his throat. "you should rest." he says, helping me sit on the bench. "you must be feeling terrible."

I nod, giving up on lying. "Yeah."

"Lets get you home." Klay says. 

I nod, getting readt to leave but a certain thought comes rshing back to me.

"Did we win?" I question them, and they look at eachother with smiles.

"You made the shot, remember?" Stephen aks me, and I shake my head. It hurt, but still, I smile like an idiot when I finaly comprehened what he just said. "I made it?"

Klay smiles as I sit up to go hug him. "Klay! we're going to the finals!" I say, my arms around him tightly while I hop on one leg.

his arms wrap around my waist for stability, but his line of vision was not on me, but it was overlooking my head to steph, who was standing behind me. "I-" Klay clears his throat. "I think he's the one who deserves the hug."

I look up at him, and then turn around in his arms to see Steph looking down with a hurt exression on his face.

So, smiling, I take a wobbly step towards him, and wrap my arms around his shoulders before I fall into him, which he returns with a muffled gasp, and then his arms slowly but surely wrap around my waist.

"Thank you." My voice is muffled into his t-shirt.

"No problem." he replies, holding onto me tightly as I start to feel dizzy.

We hugged for what it felt like forever, and soon enough Klay coughs to break us up. "Okay, guys. I think its time to get her home. She's not looking...well.. you know...with it." 

Steph lets go of the embrace and backs away. "Lets get you home."

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