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Hurt Hips and Blueberry Pancakes

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When we got back from late-night dance rehearsal I stumbled my way back into my bedroom, leaning on the walls as I walked through the hallway of Lauren's and my shared apartment. I had done something to my hip while practicing a double pirouette, it hadn't hurt too badly in the moment but after another hour of dancing on it the hip was absolutely killing me. I had grabbed an ice pack from the freezer on my way in, Lauren and I always kept a bunch around in case either of us had sore muscles from dancing, and in that moment I was so thankful that we were both dancers, because I would never have thought of stocking up like that.

When I finally got to my bedroom, I let my rehearsal bag fall to the ground and flopped down onto the bed, positioning myself so I was laying with my bad hip down and the ice pack underneath it. Lauren had gone to get some coffee with Jaime and Mariah, so she'd be back in about fifteen minutes. I decided to try to distract myself with Netflix, pulling up an episode of The Office to keep my mind off of my throbbing hip. I heard the door open and Lauren called, "(Y/N), I'm home! Where are you?"

"In my room," I responded, and heard no response so I went back to The Office and silently crying. The door to my room creaked open, we still hadn't gotten around to oiling any hinges since we bought the place, and Lauren walked in with a glass of water and something small in her hand.

"I saw you limping and thought you might like some Tylenol," she offered, waiting until I sat up to hand me first the glass then the two little white pills in her hand. "If there's anything else I can do just text me, I'm going to be watching back some footage James gave me and trying to figure out some new choreo." Lauren and James were collaborating on our newest show's choreography and it was looking amazing so far, but she still had to finish a few final touches on a couple dances.

"Okay, thank you!" I responded, trying to sound as cheerful as I could with how much pain I was in. I waited a few minutes until I was certain she'd have her headphones on with the scratch tracks blaring in her ears (I was always trying to get her to turn the volume down, but she insisted it helped her with choreography), and finally let out a sob I'd been holding in since I finished dancing. Once I had allowed myself to audibly cry there was no stopping me, I had to just let the tears run their course. I buried my face in my pillow and hugged another one close to my chest, making sure not to let my hip shift.

I was so focused on how badly my hip hurt that I didn't notice when Lauren opened the door, or when she walked closer to me, or when she sat down on my bed. I only realized she was there when I felt a small hand on my waist, her thumb rubbing small circles on my lower back.

"Sorry, Laur, I didn't know you could hear me. I'll be more quiet," I explained, not wanting to seem weak. I hated showing any sort of weakness, it made me feel small and worthless.

"(Y/N), no, don't apologize. You're hurt, we've all been there. What do you need right now? Do you want to be alone?"

Being alone was quite possibly the worst thing for me right now, I violently shook my head no. "Please don't leave me," I whispered into my pillow, unsure if she could even hear me.

"Okay. Okay, I'm not going anywhere. Is it okay if I lay down next to you? Only if you're okay with that," she reassured me. She was always so careful to make sure everyone around her was comfortable and happy, it was one of my favorite things about her.

"Yes please," I could barely get fully-formed words to come out of my mouth. She laid down behind me; I could tell she was making a conscious effort not to bump into my leg and I couldn't help but smile at that. She wrapped her arms around me, or tried to at least, she settled for one hand reaching up above my head petting my hair and the other draped over my waist, her hand resting on my stomach. She was so much smaller than me, she was more of a backpack than a big spoon but it was the most endearing thing she'd ever done.