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#80 He Comforts You After Your Hurt Yourself

this was an adaptation of the request from antisocial_sarah_ (i included both sports, so i hope this is good for ya.)

alsoooo, i'm going to start dedicating chapters to active commenters, so like if you comment a lot, a chapter will most likely be dedicated to you. (and i'll also most likely follow you.)

but on requested chapters, it will be dedicated to the request-ee (is that a word? XD)

So dedicated to antisocial_sarah_ for this idea

Ashton (Age 14): You played softball, and you were pretty dang  good at it, or you would say you were. After today's incident, you weren't so sure.

You were batting, and the pitcher (let's blame the pitcher) threw the ball, but instead of hitting it with the bat, you hit it with your head. The power of the ball made you pass out for a few minutes, and when you woke up tons of people were around you, including Ash and your family.

You ended up being taken to the hospital, and found out you were going to have a huge bump on your forehead, and a concussion so you had to stay in bed and take it easy for a week.

"Are you okay?" Ashton asked, helping you into your room.

"Except for the throbbing head ache? I'm fine, thanks." You reply sarcastically.

"Sorry, that was a lame question. Do you want some ice for your head?" He asks.

"Please," You reply.

He brings you an ice pack, and sits next to you on the bed. Your head hurt, and you were really trying to keep from crying, but it hurt really badly. Ashton knew the signs of your crying, and pulled you into a hug before you could start to.

"It hurts," You tell him.

"I know, I'm sorry. The pain meds should kick in soon." He tells you.

Luke (Age 16): You hated being told that you couldn't do something. You wanted to prove that you were able to do things that you wanted to do, and skateboarding was one of them.

Tons of girls at your school kept making fun of you, saying that you would never be able to do it. You had been practicing for almost a year now, and you were definitely better than you thought you would be.

Luke was home, watching you as you skateboarded, and showed him some of the things you had learned. Your board ended up hitting a crack in the concrete, and you fell backward, landing on your back.

"Oh my, God, are you okay?!" Luke asked, rushing over.

There were tears in your eye, but you swallowed them back, "Fine. My back hurts, though." You get out through gritted teeth.

Luke helped you up and into the house and on the couch, "Are you sure you're okay? Is your back bruised? Do you want some ice?" He asks you.

"Luke," You cut him off, still holding back tears, "Please just shut up."

He realized that you were trying not to cry, and gently pulled you into a hug as they started to fall. "I'm sorry you got hurt," He says.

"It's fine, at least I didn't hurt my head." You say, still hurt, though.

Calum (Age 15): "Ow, ow, ow," You mutter, trying to stay off your ankle.

You had landed on it wrong, jumping off of the stairs at school. It really hurt, but you were trying to hide it. You didn't bother going to the nurse, and told everyone you were fine when they asked you why you were limping.

But you had to walk home, and by the time you got home, tears were burning the back of your eyes as your ankle throbbed. "Y/N? Is that you?" Calum asked, coming into the living room.

"Yeah," You mutter, your voice cracking.

"Are you okay?" He asked, as you sit down.

"No," You tell him, "I hurt my ankle today, I think I sprained it." You said, pulling up your pant leg, to see the already bruising ankle.

"Oh my, God, why didn't you go to the nurse? Or texted me? I could have come and gotten you, you shouldn't have been walking on that. I'll be right back, I'm going to get you some ice." He rushes out.

"I'm sorry," You say loud enough for him to hear, "I thought I would be fine."

Cal puts the ice pack on your ankle, sitting down, and putting it in his lap so it was elevated, "I'm sorry you hurt yourself, but seriously, next time tell someone. You could have avoided a lot of pain. It's probably worse now because you walked on it for so long."

"I know, I know, I'm sorry." You say, closing your eyes, "But now, I just want to sleep."

Michael (Age 13): You had been distracted during school, talking to one of your friends, but you were an insanely clumsy person, so that probably wasn't the best idea, seeing as you slipped and tripped down the stairs, hurting your hand.

You friend helped you to the nurse, seeing as your finger was bent in a weird way, but you were in so much shock that you couldn't process the pain, or really anything that was happening.

The nurse called your Mom who quickly brought you to the hospital. When they finally called you in, you were definitely feeling the pain.  Your mom, however, did have to go back to work, but told you Michael was coming to take you home.

Michael was there within ten minutes, and they hadn't even put your finger back into place yet. When Michael showed up, you instantly grabbed his arm tightly. Later, you realized that you had left marks, but you didn't care.

"Are you okay?" He asks you in the car.

"My hand freaking hurts, and I fell down the stairs in front of the entire school, so basically no." You tell him.

He rubs your shoulder, "I'm sorry that you fell down the stairs, but you have to admit, it was bound to happen eventually. You are kind of clumsy."

"But I didn't have to break my hand..." Your voice trails off.

"C'mon, let's get you home." He says.

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adfaiojdvji i don't know how i feel about this it just took a long time to write and yeah

QOTU: Have you ever broken a bone?

AOTU: The closest I've ever come to it was spraining my ankle when i jumped off the steps outside my house, so no.