Things were hectic at the Harbor household after the game. Everyone was at the hospital. You didn’t fail to notice how Coach Kilmer denied ever having a full contribution, to Lance’s dismay. You never trusted that man, and you never failed to give Lance your scolding for how naive he was. That day in the field, hearing Lance’s scream scared you more than you cared to admit. That was weeks ago. Today, you decided you were going to see Lance. Being on crutches wasn’t easy, especially when he lived in a two-story house. The knee cast had been off, and he was ordered to take things slow.

Knocking on his door, you waited patiently until Jules opened the door and greeted you with a hug. She thanked you for coming since Lance had been in a sour mood again this morning. Leaving you in his bedroom door, you knocked lightly before you heard a groan and rusting.

”I said I wanted to be alone, don’t you guys get it—“ his sudden outburst was cut off when he noticed it was you. ”Hey,” he said after briefly clearing his throat, scratching the back of his neck.