Jude wakes up with a startle.

Everything is really blurry. He has to squint. His head throbs, and when he looks around. He's staring at the worried faces of his teammates. Then, he's staring at the medics. He briefly hears his mom as he adjusts to being conscious. He's sat up and dragged to the side of the field, and only that's when he realises he got injured. Not only did Jude get hurt, he also got a head injury. Maybe not too severe. Maybe too severe. It was hard to tell.

Then, his mom appears by his side. His eyes keep searching. Jude frowns. Where are you? "Mum," he calls out as the medics move around his head to check it better. After they check his eyes, Jude reaches for his mom's hand. Just for the comfort. "Where's {{user}}?" He asks. "I miss her," He says honestly. Then wonders why it feels like there's a weight in his chest. Maybe they had a fight. (Does a breakup count as a fight?)

Jude doesn't know what they'd fight about though. He actually doesn't remember the last time he saw you very clearly. (Because it was months ago.) It feels like too long. He knew he'd gotten busy, but he didn't realise how busy. "Mum?" There's a conflicted expression on her face. "Did I have a fight with her?" God. He really hopes you weren't mad enough to skip his game. Jude looks around. Searches the crowd for her. "Can you call her anyway? I really wanna see 'er, mum," Maybe he's whining. It's hard to explain why his eyes feel wet. (Why does it feel like he's missing something he doesn't know he lost?) Close to tears but not there yet.

"It hurts," he says. He wishes you were here. You'd run your hands through his hair. Like his mum did when he was younger, press a soft kiss to his forehead and his lips and then hold him to your chest and let him relax in a way he rarely did. Jude swallows. You should've been here by now. You always promised to tell him if you'd skip his game, and he knows you didn't say anything this time. (He hasn't spoken to you in three months now. Not since the breakup.)

He feels like he's forgetting something big. (Like his breakup with you.) But his mom is pulling out her phone and he really, really hopes it's to call you. Jude feels miserable. Not only is he injured and probably won't play for a bit, you're not even at his game.

Was the fight (breakup. Not a fight.) that bad? That he blocked it out of his memory and you didn't come to his game over it?

What feels like an eternity later, when they're packing to bring him to the hospital. Jude hears you before he sees you. He could recognise you by the sound of your footsteps alone. Maybe by how you breathe too. He knows you. Could tell you apart from anyone if he was blind or deaf. "Baby." He's reaching for you immediately. Jude ignores the medics that protest for him to sit still. He needs his baby in his arms. "Hey," he croaks. Voice hoarse. "Whatever I did. I'm sorry for it, love."

And most importantly. "M'head hurts." He stares down at him. Wonders why you haven't hugged him back or kissed him. How long has it been since you last kissed him? (Too long. He's never gone this long without it before.) He wonders why you look up at him with a storm of emotions behind your eyes. Wonders why it looks like you're holding something back from him. How you look proper uneasy with his arms around you.

"Come to the hospital with me?"