"Alright, Tweek," Clyde spoke in his team's huddle, "When Craig hikes the ball I want you to break left and I'll pass it to you."
"Gah! Why me?!" The boy fidgeted nervously.
"Because, you're the fastest person on our team…," Craig replied.
"You're even faster than me!" Token agreed, "It must be all that coffee."
Everyone laughed except Tweek.
"Alright…," he replied reluctantly.
His team and the rival team of Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and Cartman took their positions.
"Why can't we play on the field again?" Kyle asked while kicking around some of the rocks and dirt on the ground.
"The younger kids have soccer practice there right after school, remember?" Stan offered.
"Oh, yeah… I still don't think playing on this gravel is safe, though… Someone could really get hurt."
"That's why we're just playing touch," Cylde reminded, "You guys ready?"
"Yeah!" The group responded.
"Okay," Clyde took his position, "Ready… Set… Hike!"
Tweek took off as soon as the ball was in play, quickly weaving past Kenny and opening himself up on the left side of their makeshift playing field.
Clyde threw the ball in his direction.
Tweek focused on the ball sailing through the air.
Oh Jesus! What if I don't catch it?! I don't want everyone to hate me! He thought before reaching up in an attempt to grab football, "Gah!"
"I caught it!" He announced, triumphantly holding the ball.
"Run!" Craig called from downfield.
The boy tucked the ball under his arm and started running toward their goal as fast as he could.
He did not make it very far before he was suddenly blindsided.
The impact was violent.
He let go of the ball as he outstretched his arms and hands trying to break the fall.
He hit the ground hard, kicking up a cloud of dust from beneath some of the jagged rocks.
"Fumble!" Cartman laughed as he scooped up the ball and headed in the opposite direction.
"Ouch…," Tweek whimpered as he tried to sit up, disoriented from the impact and the wind being knocked out of him.
"Jesus, Tweek!" He could see boys from both teams jogging over to him, "Are you okay?!"
After focusing on his friends for a moment, Tweek became aware of a wet feeling on his throbbing right hand.
He held it to his chest in pain for a moment before looking down to inspect the wound.
The area of his shirt where he had held his hand to was stained red, a large gash on the palm of his right hand gushed a steady flow of blood.
Tweek suddenly felt very lightheaded.
Everything went black.
