MLB & NBA Imagines

I'm Gonna Help You-Ben Simmons

(⚠️⚠️⚠️TRIGGER WARNING: this imagine has a very sensitive topic, but it really needs to be talked about. But to tell you where I got the idea, it was a topic for my college essay.)

Emily sits in one of the chairs in the ER waiting room as her and a man, Matt, that's with her wait for her name to be called. She is turned away from Matt as she holds her side in pain, and Matt stands next to her with a scowl on his face, just wanting to get out of there. No one can know what's going on.

"Emily Nichols."

Emily and Matt turn their heads towards the doctor. Y/N gets up, and her and Matt start walking towards her. "Hi, I'm Dr. Andrews," he says, smiling nicely as she shakes hands with Matt. 

Matt fakes a smile as he shakes her hand. "Nice to meet you," he replies. They walk to the exam room and start the examination on the noticeable bruises, Y/N being very nervous.

"Okay, so it looks like you are experiencing some pain in your side, is that correct?" Dr. Andrews asked, noticing her clutching her side. Y/N nods, being afraid to talk and feeling intimidated with Matt in the room. "Who is he?" she asks, referring to Matt standing behind the two.

Emily gets even more nervous, but she says the first thing that comes to her head rather than what's really going on. "He's my uncle," she says.

Dr. Andrews nods her head as she continues to examine her bruises. She then notices a tattoo of the letter 'M' in cursive with a crown on her shoulder blade. "That's really nice," she says, still examining her bruises. 

Emily smiles slightly, still a little afraid. Dr. Andrews continues to examine her body, feeling some broken bones and sensitive bruises. "Okay, so, I can tell that your bruises are gonna have some swelling, but nothing that some medicine can't handle," she says. "I also felt that you have some broken bones in your ribs, shoulder, and your arm, so I'm just gonna put you on the list for a CT scan." The two nod at her, and Dr. Andrews grabs a hospital gown. "I just need you to change into this while you wait, okay?" Emily nods at her, grabbing the hospital gown. "I'll be right back." Dr. Andrews leaves the room and heads to the nursing station. 

She goes up to the nurse at the front desk. "Hey, can you call CPS?" she asks her. "I think that girl that came in earlier is being abused." The nurse nods at her, getting right on it. 

Dr. Andrews goes schedule the CT scan, but stops when she hears the security guard call her. "Hey, Doc," he says. She looks at him. "I think your patient just left."

Dr. Andrews looks at him with a shocked look on her face. "What?" she asks.

The security guard nods. "Yeah, they just walked right out."

Dr. Andrews runs outside and sees a car speeding off. "WAIT!" she screams, not like it's making a difference. The car continues to speed out of the parking lot and into the night. 

The next morning.....

It was about 9am on a Monday morning in Philadelphia. FBI Agent Ben Simmons walks into the Philadelphia FBI headquarters in his navy blue button up with his black blazer, black slacks, and his black dress shoes all topped off with his FBI badge and his government issued gun clipped to his belt and a cup of coffee in his hand. He heads to his desk, and he gets greeted by his partner, Joel Embiid. "Hey, Simmons," he says. 

Ben looks to him. "Hey, Joel," he says, with his slight Australian accent. They do a bro handshake as Ben puts his coffee down on his desk. "What's up with you this morning?"

Joel sighs at him. "Everything," he replies. 

Ben shakes his head at him. "For the last time, you can't ask Director Brown to get the President fired."