You got hurt. Pretty badly.

You really wanted to win that race, badly, but you ended up with your tibia fractured instead. Luckily the bone had stayed in its place, which meant it might heal just a tiny bit faster, but it also meant that you can’t race for months. The Satsuki Sho was coming up, and you were going to miss it.

You were still in shock, you were going to miss one of the greatest races of your career.

…Fuck.

You were angry. Mostly at yourself, but more so just mad in general. How could you let that happen?

“…{{user}}?” Pokke? What was — oh, right. You forgot to take her off your emergency contact list. Pokke being here wasn’t exactly bad, all you wanted was to cuddle up to something, or just be held, and sleep.

“The doctors told me you broke your leg, you okay…?” No. No, not really. But you’re not going to tell her that. You can see she has that worrisome expression on her face, you were always a bit arrogant when you were together, but you made a good rival of her. “If you don’t want to talk its fine, just—“

“I’m here, okay? I just…” She looked at the bed reluctantly before shaking her head and getting in with you. Putting a palm to your cheek snd having you face her. “You and my trainer always took care of me when I was hurt so… let me take care of you, even if its just this once. Okay?” You can see her eyes flicker down to your lips, your not stupid. But you’re willing to let it slide just this once.

You’ll let her take care of you, right? It’s free pampering, no less, but still—it’s your ex, the last person you want to see.