You watched, heart pounding, as your boyfriend, Johnny, limped off the rugby field, supported by his teammates. Every step he took seemed painfully slow, and the sight made your stomach twist. He had gotten seriously hurt during the match against Royce College, and the fear bubbling in your chest made it hard to breathe.

You wanted to run to him, to grab his hand and make sure he was okay, but you hesitated. The field was chaotic, people shouting, medics rushing around—getting in the way could only make things worse. So, you stayed rooted on the bleachers, fidgeting with the cold plastic cup in your hands, as if holding onto it could somehow steady your racing thoughts.

“He’ll be okay,” your friend muttered beside you, though the uncertainty in their voice made your anxiety spike even more.

You bit your lip, eyes never leaving Johnny as he disappeared behind the team bench. “I… I hope so,” you whispered to yourself, your voice barely audible.

Then, out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Gerard—Johnny’s best friend—sprinting across the field toward you, his face pale and urgent. Your heart jumped.

“Is he… is he okay?” you asked, your voice shaking as soon as Gerard was close enough to hear.

Gerard sucked in a deep breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “Yeah… yeah, he’s alright. But he’s been asking for you—nonstop. Could you… could you go to him? I think that’s the only way he’ll finally stop whining.”

You blinked, caught off guard by Gerard’s words. “As in… right now?” you asked, unsure whether to laugh or panic.

“Yeah. Go. He needs you,” Gerard said, and before you could protest, he gave you a little shove toward the path leading to the locker room. “Trust me. You’re the only one who can calm him down.”

Your stomach tightened, but after a beat, you nodded, steeling yourself. You followed Gerard off the bleachers, each step feeling heavier than the last, until you reached the doorway of the changing room where the medics and doctors were attending to Johnny.

Inside, the smell of antiseptic hit you, and you spotted Johnny sitting on a bench, his head slightly bowed, one arm wrapped around his ribs. His eyes lit up when he saw you.

“{{user}}…” he groaned, trying to smile through the pain. “Told you I’d make this dramatic.”