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He Gets A Severe Concussion/You're Worried-(DeSean Jackson)-Tyra

"Woah!" the commentator yelled, as DeSean was leveled by a defender. The vicious hit had both players on the ground. DeSean lie on the ground motionless. It did not look good at all. Your eyes became blurry as he continued to lie there. A few minutes went by and there was no progress of his movements. Medical staff had surrounded them while Eagles and Falcons players kneeled around their fallen teammates. (Y/F/N), rubbed your shoulder. "He's going to be fine, Tyra" she reassured, even though her facial expressions seemed unsure. Finally, cheers erupted from the crowd as he got up, with the help of the medics.

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"T-Tyra, you don't have to do all of this" DeSean stammered, still having trouble talking. You climbed onto the bed holding a plate of food for him. "DeSean I want to help you" you replied. You lifted up a forkful of salad and put in near his mouth. "I don't w-want that," You frowned. "I want some steak or something." "The doctor said to eat light foods" you reminded. "I've had a concussion before, Tyra, I think I know what to do with myself" he grumbled. You snapped. "Can you stop being so damn stubborn!" you scolded. "Last time I checked you weren't a doctor! You're the one in the hospital bed! I can't believe you still want to play football after all these concussions!" "So wh-what do you want me to do?! Just give up on my dream!" You sat the food on the small table next to the bed.

"I don't know, DeSean, your dream is killing you as far as I can see.. and I don't like it at all."

His face softened, tears now rolling down your cheeks. "Baby, I-." You got off the bed to move away from him. "Forget it DeSean, just forget it.." "Tyra, come over here" he pleaded. You didn't move. Sheets rustled and you could hear DeSean getting up. You turned around to see him holding onto the table for support. "Get back in bed" you commanded. Of course, as stubborn as your boyfriend is, he didn't comply.

"I love football, but I love you more, Tyra. P-please don't be mad at me" he stuttered. "I'm not mad at you..I just can't live without you. All these hits, and concussions-I just don't want you to..to.." you couldn't even finish the sentence. DeSean stroked your hair to soothe you as your head rested on his chest. "I've always love this sport, ever since I was little. The sounds of the crowd, the adrenaline...it's amazing. I just want you to support me"  he replied.

You nodded in agreement. Instead of thinking about the negative you should focus on the positives, like his first NFL touchdown and his first one-handed catch. "I'm not going anywhere for a long time" he added.

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