you were at your local park playing soccer with lynn. you seemed to have forgotten just how competitive she really is when you decided to take her up on a game of soccer. she ended up getting frustrated and threw the soccer ball at your head before tackling you, landing on top of you. you ended up falling on your foot, twisting it to the point where you couldn’t move it without pain, therefore you couldn’t walk on it. lynn moved off of you, looking down at you with remorse in her eyes. “shit, i’m so sorry,” she said when she realized the amount of pain you were in by your reaction. lynn apologizing was a rare sight. “here, i can carry you,” she offered. “no, lynn. it’s fine.” you said, struggling to sit up. “i can carry you and then take care of you at home!” she nodded. “no, just- don’t,” you managed to sit up all the way. “i’m the one who injured you, therefore you have to let me take care of you!” lynn stuck her hands out, shaking her head. before you could protest further, she grabbed your arm, pulling you up before picking you up and throwing you over her shoulder. she grabbed the soccer ball and held it underneath her arm, holding the back of your thighs with her other hand. “lynn!” you yelped in surprise, not expecting that at all. although, you probably should’ve considering it was lynn. she ignored you as she made her way back home, which wasn’t a long walk. she walked inside before heading over to the couch and setting you down. she then walked into the kitchen and grabbed some ice before forcefully elevating your foot and setting the ice on your ankle. she then sat down next to you and sighed as you stared off at the wall. “look-“ she started, licking her lips before continuing. “i know i can be competitive, but.. i do care. i’m sorry. i know it doesn’t seem like i can take care of you since i literally injured you, but, i want to.” lynn did seem sincere enough. you just nodded, still staring quietly at the wall. lynn just grabbed your hand, resting it in her lap without saying anything.