Roman Sanders One-shots

Wheelchair

So, uh, this was going to start out like a tightrope story but then it took a VeRy AngStY TuRn.

TW: death mention, death, car accident, major injury

Roman's first memory of being interested in gymnastics was when seven. He had gone to a gymnastics competition to watch his cousin compete.

There was something captivating about the way the balanced on the beams and then did a stunt. It drew attention from the other boys when he leaned forward in excitement and interest, excitement written across his face.

Not too soon he'd joined a gymnastics class. He'd gotten bruised over slipping on things but he'd managed to get the hang of it.

He was pretty experienced by sixteen. 

He was going to compete in one of the biggest gymnastics competitions but as his parents were driving, a car suddenly hurtled towards them.

Roman had been knocked out.

When he woke up, he was in the hospital.

He'd been told his parents had died immediately. 

His legs wouldn't move.

He was paralysed from the waist down.

His hope of stardom and victory crumbled to nothing.

Years of training.

 Gone.

Disintegrated into dust and blown off into the wind.

Timeskippy hay, another word for happy is gay

Roman fiddled with the wheels of his wheelchair, rolling them forward and then back as he waited for his uncle to finish shopping.

"Roman?" A disbelieving voice said.

He turned around his wheelchair and came to face with one of his old friends.

Logan. 

He never actually was a part of the gymnastics class, he just supervised his little sister. They were good friends before she quit.

"Hey,- there Specs."

"What...happened?"

Roman gave a sad laugh, "Car accident."

Logan stiffened.

"What about Remus?"

Roman leaned back in the wheelchair slightly, "He's in juvie. He tried to set a car on fire so he could cook marshmallows. Unfortunately, someone happened to be in the car and they almost died."

Logan was speechless. What could he even say?

Roman's uncle emerged from the shops, and Logan's face melted into confusion.

"Ah, hello Logan."

"Hello sir. Where are his parents?"

Roman and his uncle shared a look. Roman face turned sheepish and the Uncle seemed hesitant.

"They died immediately from the impact."

"O-oh. I'm sorry for your loss."

"It's alright, lad." Roman's uncle said, patting Logan awkwardly on the shoulder.

Logan could only stare after the pair after they left.