Realistic or Modern 𝒯𝒶𝓃𝑔𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈 & 𝐻𝒾𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝒞𝓁𝓊𝑒𝓈

[Winona]

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Adriane Hadley Holloway

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the house

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Nickie

Sorry, wasn't listening

Yeah, sure, she could ask Mason about the girl beside her. As if Mason had any idea who she was.

She rolled her eyes, but bit her tongue at this moment. There were only so many times that Adriane could handle reminding Nickie just how insignificant she was before it lost its touch. Plus, it was the clear that the little brunette was never going to understand. So while Nickie continued to talk, Adriane let her gaze wander back across the football players until it fell back to her boyfriend.

Adriane watched, bored, with Nickie's droning voice continuing to babble along beside her. And then, Mason and CK collided and--

In a flash, they went down.

She blinked, not fully comprehending what had happened, except that CK's helmet had gone tumbling away, and it looked like maybe there was something on his face, and Mason had yet to stand up. The other players started gathering around, blocking her view of what was going on. Alarmed, Adriane pushed herself up from her relaxed, lounging position.

"Is that blood?" she asked. Her tone, for once, portraying some kind of emotion. "Shit." Adriane hissed absently under her breath as she stood up, and started making her way down the bleacher benches, but she stopped at the bottom of the bleachers instead of heading onto the field.

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[Winona]

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Mason Lee Rivera

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the house

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Nickie

Just getting by

He hated attention.

He always had, and he always would, and now the rest of the players and the coach were gathering around him. And Mason's leg was fucking killing him.

His breath was kind of shaky as he'd forced himself into a sitting position. He felt kind of light-headed as he fumbled with the helmet before managing to take it off and tossing it to the ground next to him, where it landed near CK's broken helmet -- which he'd just noticed.

A glance towards CK, and he saw the blood on CK's face.

Ha, he'd thought to himself, 'cause CK had gotten the worst of their little incident. Except that it was hard to think about his small victory when his leg was killing him still.

“Shit,” the coach muttered near them. “Taylor, go get the nurse—Hansen, water,” the coach commanded, before he bent down next to Mason. “Your leg, son—can you move it?”

"Yeah," Mason stated, still breathless. Except that he couldn't. He tried to move his foot, but it wouldn't respond. He tried to pull his leg up towards him, but there was more pain and--

"Fuck," he hissed out. "Fuck, I can't move it."

Panic now started to set in, starting in his chest and spreading out.

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[ohdittoh]

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CHELSEA KADER FREUD

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football field

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rivera

day by day...

Coach gave a deep sigh and again muttered, “Shit.”

CK balled his hands into fists, lowered his bloodied hand to the grass, and lifted himself onto his elbows; his world spun a little bit, was a bit black-rimmed, but, he decided with a deep breath, it wasn’t anything that he hadn’t dealt with before. He looked over at the fucking asshole who got him here, his brows knitting in irritation as blood trickled down beside his eye. “It’s not broken, Coach,” CK said certainly. “He’s just being a little girl about it.”

(Casual misogyny was CK’s thing.)

Hansen, toppling over his own feet, his face panicked and looking as though he was about to vomit, came with the green squeeze bottles of water and passed CK a water. The kid looked like he was going to pass out—his face was pale and zeroed in on the dark blood on CK’s face as he passed CK a water bottle.

He walked over to Rivera next, and he visibly gagged. “C-Coach Artino, c-can we call an ambulance?” he said, turning away from Rivera without giving him a water bottle.

“He doesn’t need an ambulance,” CK said, rolling his eyes. His vision grew a bit fuzzy for a moment, and he laid back flat on the grass, closing his eyes and breathing in a deep breath.

Fuck…his head hurt.

The school nurse approached at that moment with Taylor, who looked as dead-faced as ever. She immediately rushed over to Rivera once she saw him and began to focus on the guy’s fucking leg, acting like it was broken, asked about the pain level, asked about moving it again—whatever the fuck—and she eventually landed on, Oh, let’s call 9-1-1, don’t panic.

“There’s nothing to fucking panic about,” CK muttered under his breath, his eyes closed and his breathing shallow. Things were starting to get a little bit…

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[ohdittoh]

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NICOLA AVA ABRAMS

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the football field

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adriae

i know you want me.

The field was so sort of calm one second as Nickie stared at Keegan Killough,

and then the next second—

CRACK!

Nickie blinked, her eyes flicking to the place on the field where two boys lay on the grass, and her stomach dropped. “Mason!” she gasped, her heart throbbing, standing up out of her seat in sync with Adriane and following her down to the bottom of the bleachers. However, she didn’t stop at the bottom of the bleachers and instead headed onto the field to hover over the shoulder of Coach Artino.

Up closer, Mason’s injury was even worse. “Mason…,” Nickie said, grimacing, turning her face away as Ian made a gagging noise and asked the coach about the hospital.

Hospital?!

“Coach!” Nickie gasped, and the coach looked over at her in confusion. The school nurse knelt down and blocked her view of Mason as the coach walked over to her.

“Little Miss, I’m going to need you to clear out,” said the coach. “Now, I don’t know what you were doing watching the practice—“

“I’m Mason’s girlfriend!” she piped up in defense as Coach Artino placed a hand on her shoulder and started leading her away, and then, her cheeks reddening, she shook her head and corrected, “No, I mean, I’m his…sister?” And that was worse. “Sister’s friend, and I’m—I’m just—I heard he’s going to the hospital and—and is it really that bad?”

By now, he’d walked her to the gate and, wordlessly, he shut the gate to her.

“Hey! I’m—I’m just worried!” Nickie said, very visibly distressed.

The coach simply walked away from her.

At being ignored and pushed away from her one true love, Nickie’s chest grew tight. To prevent her eyes from welling with tears, she held her breath and turned away.

Her eyes immediately connected with Adriane. She gave her a little wave and shakily said, “Ah…I gotta go…”

And with that, Nickie rushed away to find her bike and drive herself home.

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[Winona]

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Mason Lee Rivera

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the house

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Nickie

Just getting by

His head was swimming,

which wasn't the greatest feeling with Freud being a dickhead beside him. With the adrenaline draining from his body, an overwhelming sense of pain was settling in now.

Between Freud's bullshit, Coach Artino trying to stay cool, and Hansen being a little bitch baby, it was taking everything to keep Mason from passing out, or throwing up. He... wasn't quite sure which way he was leaning at the moment. So he kept his eyes squeezed shut, his hand dangling just a bit, while he waited for someone to do something.

"Shut up, Chelsea," a familiar voice spat, and Mason blinked his eyes open to see Adriane shove her way past Freud to come to his side. She paused as she saw his leg, her eyes widening.

The school nurse approached and after some time, it was decided that he needed to go to the hospital -- what a surprise. And after a little while longer, the ambulance finally arrived, and well... off he was.

And yeah, it was the worst.

Broken.

Fuck Freud.

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