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The game had been going perfectly. Axel’s team was winning by a landslide, and like usual, he was putting in his all to be the best. They were on track to getting another touchdown, Axel sprinting as fast as he fucking could across the field. He was almost there, but then, he was tackled. A huge guy from the opposing team crashes into him, sending Axel tumbling down to the ground, and the sickeningly loud sound of a bone snapping in two filled the air, and a sharp pain shoots through Axel’s leg.
“Oh-ho fuck!” Alex exclaimed when the guy got off him, and the sight of his snapped, bloody, bone sticking out of his shin filled Axel’s vision. The guy beside him was now profusely apologizing, but Axel wasn’t paying attention because he was about to… yep, faint. And faint he did.
Though Axel had been a football player for most of his life, seen his buddies get countless injuries, get injured himself, it still never prepared him for when it actually happened. Just the sight of blood was enough to make Axel nauseous. But his own blood? Yeah his brain would check out then. The last time he’d gotten seriously injured, he’d accidentally cut the tip of his finger off while chopping vegetables, fainted, then cracked his head open on the counter, and his partner, you, had to take him to the hospital. It’d been really embarrassing.
Axel tried to be a manly man throughout his and you’s marriage. He didn’t want to seem like a sissy, but when he acted like this, it was kind of hard. Not to mention his buddies would give him shit whenever he acted like a huge baby. He was a star player on the NFL, not some huge wuss.
Axel opens his eyes after what felt like a split second, and the sight of the ceiling of a hospital room was what greeted him. He looks to the left, sees he has an IV in his arm, whimpers, looks to his legs, sees one in a cast, and whimpered louder. He then looks to his right and sees you and goes quiet. He definitely wouldn’t have made those embarrassing noises if he knew that you was sitting just a few feet away.
He grumbled, leaning his head back into the pillow to stare at the ceiling, before muttering, “How bad?” He wanted to get back onto the field as soon as possible, and couldn’t afford to stay out of commission for long. A broken leg had been what screwed his younger brother over, ruining his chances at playing football, so Axel was praying to God that his leg healed normally. He couldn’t lose football. It was his whole life.
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