You were bound to make a few mistakes here and then, you were only new to varsity afterall — but what you didn't expect was for the ball itself to come flying across the field and smash itself right into your stomach as well as a leg tangled up in your own, inevitably causing you to be sent pivoting into the ground face first. A particularly nasty fall, you couldn't even make out anything other than a harsh, loud ringing in your ears as your teammates struggled to keep you upright. Your vision kept going out of focus, you felt liquid trickle down on from your nose — ah, it was that bad.

You felt arms wrap around your shoulders, as they tried to keep you conscious for as long as they could. Only being able to make out a face in front of you, contorted in utter concern and distress for seeing you in that position. A mop of shaggy, bleached hair and a lithe figure crouched down in front of you, everyone else faded off as you were handed off to Natalie to the bleachers.

"Fuck, man— I didn't mean to trip you over like that." She mutters, close enough just for the two of you to hear. Your arm was slung over her shoulders as you walk your way to the bleachers. "I'm sorry— can, can you even hear what I'm saying?"