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chapter three: injuries & comfort date: 19th of january, 2020
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josh quickly rolled off harry onto the cold ice.
his friend was clutching his ankle, groaning and rolling around in pain, "shit this hurts!"
josh panicked, desperately trying to crawl closer to harry and help him, but slipping around on the wet floor. "harry!" he exclaimed, kneeling beside him, "are you okay?"
by this time, the rest of the group had seen what had happened and urgently skated over, as well as a member of staff.
"what happened?" the professional had asked, crouching next to the injured boy.
harry had hot tears threatening to spill from his icy blue eyes, "i- i was trying to catching h-him, but slipped and now my ankle-"
"shit, josh! what the fuck did you do?!" ethan spat, him and the rest of the group glaring down at the brunette.
meanwhile, josh's ears were ringing, he could only hear faint whispers of what they were saying, because his own thoughts were drowning out his mind.
fucking idiot, josh thought to himself, you useless fucking piece of shit.
"n-no!" the blonde boy gasped, "don't blame j-josh for this, it was my fault.."
josh wondered how harry hadn't got tired of him yet, surely after this he wouldn't want to have anything to do with him?
"you said your ankle?" the staff member clarified, "do you think you twisted it?"
harry whimpered, wincing, "i heard something click.."
"shit.." simon mumbled under his breath, looking down at josh disappointedly.
"okay, i see. im going to quickly help you out of the rink and onto a chair and then i can assess your injury, is that ok?" the professional spoke softly, harry just nodded.
slowly, the staff member helped the injured boy up, instructing him to keep in his leg in the air, whilst he carried him off the ice.
as the rest easily followed the instructor, josh eventually managed to stand on the slippy ice and make his way to the exit of the rink.
harry had laid down on a bench, a medic now examining his foot as talia rubbed his back from behind. "how bad is it?" jj inquired, firing death glares at josh.
