Say Something // CaptainSparklez ff

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who are we?? idk either i forget

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>>ASPEN'S POV<<

My eyes widened in shock as Finn fell limply to the ground. "Finn!" I shouted, leaping out of my seat. I sprinted towards him, though the coach got to him before me. "My baby!"

"Ma'am, he'll be fine," the coach said, already helping Finn up. Finn shook his head quickly, letting out a shallow breath.

I crouched down in front of him, holding his hands in mine. "Baby, are you okay? Does your head hurt?"

"Mama, I'm fine," he breathed out, grabbing his forehead. "You're embarrassing me, ma... I think I just..."

Before he could finish, he staggered, losing his balance as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

I gasped, barely catching him before he hit the ground again.

"Oh, my god," I breathed out, moving the hair away from his forehead. "Finn? Finn, can you hear me? Finn -- oh, my god, Mitch!"

I turned around, already finding Mitch and Jordan running across the field, Evangeline clinging onto Jordan's hand.

The kids on the field started to gather around, murmuring loudly, the parents from the benches standing and watching from afar.

"Ms. Morgan, I think that--" the coach began, but I cut him off by gathering myself onto my feet and running as fast as I could towards Mitch, Finn lying limply in my arms.

"Mitch! Mitch! Shit, I don't-- What do I-- I don't--" I began, panic rising in my voice.

"Calm down, Aspen," Mitch quickly said, taking Finn from my arms. "He'll be fine."

"What do we do?" I asked, biting my nails.

"We go to the hospital," Jordan spoke up, "he might have a concussion."

I gasped, tears pricking the corner of my eyes. "A concussion?! He's only six! He's never even been to the emergency room before!"

"No, Aspen, shit, he'll... he'll be fine--" Jordan tried to say before Mitch interrupted him.

"We should go, now," Mitch said sternly, already jogging towards the parking lot.

I heard the coach blow his whistle right as we reached the car. I saw Evangeline reach for the door to the backseat, but I gently asked her, "Baby, do you think you can sit on Jordan's lap in the front so Finn can lie down?"

She nodded, reaching her arms towards Jordan. He crouched down, shooting me a fleeting look before lifting her up.

Mitch laid Finn down across the seats, quickly shutting the door and sliding into the driver's seat as I climbed in beside Finn, laying his head on my lap.

"Mitch, I swear to all that is holy, if you crash us with Evangeline sitting on Jordan's lap and Finn lying down, I will kill you," I said, no trace of humor lacing my tone.

All throughout the car ride, I nervously swiped both my hair and Finn's from our foreheads, biting my lip and hoping he'd open his eyes and miraculously be okay.

"We're here," Mitch said, parking close to the entrance and quickly getting out of the car. He opened the backseat door, gathering Finn in his arms. "Let's go."

We ran to the front doors, immediately heading towards the nurse at the main desk.

"Hi, yah, um, my, my kid, Finn Morgan, he got hit in the head playing soccer, and he fell and passed out and my friend is saying that he might have a concussion and he--" I rambled, signing my name on the sign-in clipboard.