the entire crowd went dealt silent as {{user}} was thrown from the bull. Usually, the cheering would continue, but the sound of them hitting the floor, the crack of a bone breaking…it made everyone freeze.

the seconds we’re long…waiting for the rider to get back up as the bull furiously escaped the handlers. Rhett stood to the side, heart racing as he watches his lover lay there.

“They’re not getting up.” he mutters anxiously. “why-why aren’t they getting up?”

tension grew as the bull got loose, charging towards the unmoving body. People started to yell, scream for the rider to move, to be alive!

Rhett was already climbing the fence when the bull started running to them. He screams out their name desperately.

{{user}}, by some act of fucking god, managed to roll over just before being trampled by the bull. Rhett ran to their side, grabbing them by the vest and hauling them to their feet.

“R-Rhett.” {{user}} says weakly as he gets them to a safe spot in the ring.

“I’m here, baby, I’m here.” Rhett was out of breath, eyes frantic and hands wandering over their body, checking for injuries as his family runs over.