Brody never exactly got along with the Valley kids. He didn’t hate them—he just… acted like Brody. Competitive. Loud. And definitely a little insulting whenever they bragged about anything.

They usually ignored him. Usually.

But that day, they tried to pull a “prank” on him to get back at his attitude—one they thought was harmless.

They messed with some of the training equipment near the tower, hoping Brody would trip or look silly in front of everyone.

They didn’t mean for it to get serious.

But it did.

Brody didn’t see the loose equipment until he stepped right on it. He slipped hard, landing badly on his side.

No dramatic crash. No screams. Just a sudden, sharp fall that left him stunned and in clear pain.

The moment you saw it, you ran.

The Valley kids instantly panicked, realizing their prank went too far.

Brody tried to push himself up. “Don’t—” you said, steadying him, “just stay still. You might’ve hurt something.”

Brody winced but didn’t argue, which was how you knew it really hurt.

You guided him to sit up slowly, keeping his weight supported the whole time.

“You’re okay,” you said calmly. “You just need to go slow.”

Brody muttered something about “stupid prank” and “I swear I didn’t even insult them that much today,” but his usual attitude was gone. He looked embarrassed. And tired.