Sorry I gotta improvise this one too. 😭If you want a new one just tell me.
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Crack!
Pain.
All you feel as you fall to the grass. Your coach rushes to your side of the field.
"My ankle!" you scream. You already know what your ankle looks like. The burning sensation and the feeling of two bones being cracked in half was too much.
"Get an ambulance," the coach calls to the sideline nurse. She runs to retrieve her phone.
The ref calls a time out."What happened out there, y/n?" the coach asked gently.
The pain was overwhelming. You couldn't speak over the pain.
"She tripped over the ball and her ankle got caught over it," the ref told her.
The coach carried me to the sidelines. "Just wait, y/n, you'll be fine, just wait."
Your eyes slowly started to drift while you passed out from the endless pain.
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You wake up. Paramedics are rushing over to you.
They examine your ankle. "Definitely a break, she's gonna need surgery m'am," he addresses to the coach.
"Ill call her mother, you can take her. I was supposed to bring her home anyways," your coach tells them.
You're in shock. You can't feel your ankle at all.
The paramedics carefully place you on the stretcher. Pain slowly creeps back into your ankle.
"Honey, you're going to be all right. It was bad, but once the surgery is done, you'll be fun. It'll only take a few hours," one of the paramedics tell you.
You nod with sweat running down your tear-stained cheeks and forehead. Your ankle is throbbing now.
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Aaron, your boyfriend, hasn't yet been notified of the situation. He's disappointed about not being able to watch your championship game, but he hadn't seen his cousins in 5 years.
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"YOU WON'T DEFEAT ME. NO SIREE," Aaron screams.
The heated game of Call of Duty had left both Aaron and his cousin screaming and furious at each other.
Suddenly, the phone rings. He recognizes it as your ringtone, since he had you on speed dial and it was his favorite ringtone.
He picks up the phone, staring confused at the call. Weren't you supposed to be in the game right now?
A hint of panic courses through his veins as he hits the answer button. His heart sinks a little more once he hears the voice on the other end.
"Aaron," your best friend, who was also on your soccer team, pants into the phone. "You need to get here. Like, now."
The panic increases. Sweat runs down his face. He paces the room. "What happened to y/n?"
"S-she's not good, Aaron. She had an accident on the field and she broke her ankle really bad. She passed out from the pain."
Panic struck him like a brick wall. "I'm at my cousins house though. Where is she?"
Your friend addresses the hospital and he rushes to his car. He pulls cautiously out of the driveway and zooms to the hospital.
"Oh baby, please be okay," he mutters as he drives down the freeway.
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This was a little different but hey, tell me what you think. If you don't like it, I can always redo it for you. 😊
HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERYONE! I love you all and thanks for voting and commenting and telling me what I need to work on because in the end, it's my loss if I don't take your advice. I wouldn't be the writer I am today without you guys.❤️
So I hope you guys have a great day. All you party animals, don't get drunk.
Bye everyone!💖
~Kimi
