MLB One-Shots

Randal Grichuk-St. Louis Cardinals (Part Three)

Warning: lots more cussing in this one!

We're no longer dealing with an injured arm. We're dealing with a broken man.

Bryce's P.O.V.-

I was beyond angry! I was beyond furious! How could that little shit do that to her?! Her of all people he does it to! Let's just say, this wasn't going to end well for either of us!

I stormed into his hospital room and found him standing by the window. He didn't even acknowledge me when I walked in. Then again, I didn't he would to begin with.

"What the hell?!" I shouted, letting the anger bubble in my chest. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

I heard him sigh and just continue to look out the window.

"How about you answer me asshole?!" I was so ready to beat his face in. But I knew I would get in trouble for that. Then again, I don't think anyone would be shocked if I did.

"What do you want me to say Bryce?" I heard him ask.

"Why don't you tell me why you fucking did that to her?! Why don't you tell me what you said to her?! I trusted our ass with her and this is what you go and do?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I shouted at him.

He turned around and looked at me for a moment before grabbing his jacket off the bed and heading towards the door.

I followed behind him as he went out into the hallway. He still hadn't answered my questions. And that was making even more mad than I already was.

"Why won't you answer me Randal?!" I yelled, staying by the doorway of the room. He stayed silent as he walked away.

"Fine! Don't answer me! But you want to know something?! I found her unconscious yesterday in the bathroom with blood all over the floor and her wrists cut open! I hope you're happy now! She tried to kill herself again thanks to you! I hope you got what you wanted!"

He stopped for a moment before he continued walking. That fucker didn't even think twice about the consequences of what he said. He didn't care. Go figure. The one time I let me sister have a say in who she dates, she ends up with a broken heart and back to where we originally started when our parents died. Suicide being the only thing on her mind.

Piscotty's P.O.V.-

~St. Louis: June~

"Come on Randal. We have to get to your doctors appointment." I said to my best friend.

Ever since he got injured and broke up Isabella, he hasn't been doing to good. I knew it was mainly because he was beating himself up about what happened and that he can't play this season, but I truthfully didn't know how bad it was getting and was going to get.

He shuffled out of his room, still in his PJs. He didn't even look at me, as he walked into the kitchen and grabbed himself a beer.

"I'm not going." He plainly stated, still not looking at me.

"Why not?" I asked him.

"I don't want to." He took a large swig of his beer, before finally looking at me. "Besides, why does it matter if I go or not? I'm never going to play again anyways, so why does it even matter? My career is over." He stated.