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gymnastics mistakes

all you can hear is the various sounds of people's daily lives at the gymnastic center downtown. you decided to take a trip to visit your boyfriend, ethan, at practice after school one day. you'd been to a few of his tournaments in the past, but never to a practice. at this point, it was just a bunch of ethan showing off.

"y/n! watch this!" ethan excitedly yells at you before running full speed towards the vault table. you couldn't have but hold your breathe as he ran.

he launched off the spring, hands landing on the vault itself before launching himself into the air. he gracefully spun himself around, landing in the tube of sponge squares on the other side. you let out a clap and a cheer for him. his response is to give a dramatic bow once he's back on the ground.

"so proud of you!" you giggle.

"if you think that's impressive, just watch this," he says, his voice filled with excitement and confidence as he takes off running towards the vault yet again.

you watch your blue haired boyfriend fly gracefully towards the spring at the base of the vault. however, his jump didn't go as gracefully as before.

it was like everything went into slow motion. you could see the confidence flood out of his eyes. you could see the panic rise in his face. all you could do was watch as ethan's leg made contact with the gymnastic vault that he had never failed at before.

//

you could feel your heartbeat in your throat. his scream of pain was ringing in your ears. your feet scrambled to get closer to him. your hands scrambled to get a single bit of contact with him.

"y/n-" he groaned. you could see the pain in his eyes. you took his face in your hands. "y/n- help me-"

"SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE," you scream, all eyes already on the pair of you. all the adults in that gym scrambled to get to  get to a phone. all the other teens and children just pointed and whispered.

"ethan," you tried to coo, not exactly being able to keep your composure. broken limbs were never your thing. "ethan, you're going to be okay."

"it hurts," he cried, tears beginning to stream down his face, hands clutched to his definitely broken leg.

"you're gonna be okay," you attempt to give him a supportive smile, one hand running through his hair, the other resting on his cheek to try and keep him calm.

you have to break eye contact with him, looking around the room for any adult. not seeing any, you grip one of his hands in your own before shouting for help yet again. "HAS ANYONE CALLED AN AMBULANCE?"

the harshness of your shouting caused ethan to squeeze your hand even harder, and also caused an adult to come running out of the back office.

"an ambulance is on the way," the woman said, making eye contact and providing a nod. you shift all of your attention back onto the broken blue boy in your arms.

"what's going on," he whimpers. "what's happening?"

you carefully caress his cheek before placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. "help is coming, baby," you give him a small smile before running your hands through his hair again.

you kept doing your best to keep him calm through tiny kisses and small reassurances. the tears just kept streaming down his face. the two of you sat like this until you could hear the sirens in the distance.

//

it had been about a week since ethan's accident. the hospital was allowing him to go home, finally, since his surgery had gone well.

ethan had managed to break his femur. he was taken into surgery in the afternoon of the accident. the surgeons placed a metal plate on his femur to hold it in place while it healed. the surgery went smoothly, but his recovery has been filled with nothing but anxiety.

even in the midst of you wheeling him out to the car, nothing but worse-case scenarios fill his brain.

"y/n," he mumbled, biting on the top of this thumb. he had already worn his nails down to the nub. "what if i can't do gymnastics again?"

"ethan," you stop pushing the wheel chair of your blue haired boyfriend and walk around to face him. his head is hung down to face the hands that are folded in his lap. you grab his chin and make him look you in the eyes.

"do you know how many olympic athletes have had injuries like this? you never shut up about them," you let out a small chuckle. "did they ever give up? no! they didn't."

ethan's eyes drifted back towards the floor. you let go of his chin and grab his folded hands. "this isn't the end of the road, ethan. this is merely a hole in the road. your recovery is going to go so smoothly! you know why?" the blue haired boy shook his head no. you gave him a small frown before continuing. "because you're one kickass guy who doesn't give up after one small bump in the road. okay?"

ethan gives you a small smile. "okay."

"plus, you got a pretty sweet girlfriend helping you out here," you tease.

"that i do," he smiles at you, leaning forward and stealing a kiss.