Notes: This fic is going to deviate from the movie a little. Not enough
confrontations with the Icelanders in my opinion! Well the movie didn't
give us too much to work with. It all is the same this is just a missing
scene. There's a little bit of violence. Nothing major I won't rough up
my two favorites that badly. UCLA students forgive me and correct me.
I've never been to UCLA so I'm basing it somewhat of the college I went to.
Oversleeping Can Be a Dangerous Thing
The next morning Charlie got up and left before Jesse and I got up. Some people are just early risers. I'm not one of them and neither is Jesse, I don't think. When I think about it, neither is Charlie. I looked at the clock and groaned. "Hey Jesse wake up. It's after ten." I call to the sleeping form in the lower bunk bed. Those pain pills packed a punch. I took one before I went to bed last night and I fell asleep right away.
I climbed out of the top bunk and quickly changed. I took another painkiller. We had practice at noon. We needed to get something to eat. Jesse and I headed for the UCLA cafeteria. I groaned as I saw the Vikings and their coach eating food in the courtyard.
Jesse and I walked nonchalantly past the Vikings hoping they didn't notice us. But could we be that lucky?
Sanderson blocked our way. "What's the matter? I hit you too hard?" He asked me looking at the sling.
Jesse pushed him. The guy was twice his size but he didn't care. Of course now the other Icelanders are over here. I looked at Jesse nervously. Thirteen Icelanders Vs him and me. I really don't like these odds. I wouldn't like the odds any better if I had two good wrists. Where's a Junior Goodwill Games official when you need one? Better yet where are the Bash Brothers?
I was pushed from behind. Not a good thing to have happen when you have an arm in a sling. But I caught myself with my good hand. Someone kicked me. And I fell all the way down. I felt pain going through my arm. But the sling and the wrapping did take some of the impact. One of them kicked me in the head and I stayed down. I hope Jesse's okay I though before blacking out.
When I woke up, I found myself lying on something soft. It was a bed. I must have dreamed it all. I looked around and realized I wasn't in my dorm room. The room looked rather white and had a distinct smell. I knew that smell.
I was in a hospital. My head was throbbing and so was my arm. I guess the only logical question was how'd I get here.
I looked around and saw Jesse lying in the bed next to me. He was unconscious and his face was covered with bruises. I buzzed a nurse. A few minutes later one came in.
"Oh Adam you are awake. I'll inform the doctor."
After she left, Jesse opened his eyes. "Oh man." He said and looked over at me. "You look as bad as I feel."
"What happened?" I asked.
"You got kicked in the head and passed out. I tried to fight them but there were too many. Last thing I remember is a fist heading for me."
Coach Bombay came into the room. "Oh good you're both awake. You had us all worried."
"We aren't that injured are we?" I asked.
"No but getting a call saying you were both in the hospital was enough of a worry. What happened?"
"Team Iceland attacked us." Jesse said.
"I figured as much." Bombay said.
The doctor came in. "Good you are both away. You are both free to go. There is nothing except bruises and cuts. Luckily, there were no concussions. Adam your wrist is going to be a bit more sorer then usual. But no further injury was to it. Mr. Bombay make sure they get plenty of rest today."
"I will." Coach answered. The doctor left. Jesse and I both got up and followed him out of the room.
Oversleeping Can Be a Dangerous Thing
The next morning Charlie got up and left before Jesse and I got up. Some people are just early risers. I'm not one of them and neither is Jesse, I don't think. When I think about it, neither is Charlie. I looked at the clock and groaned. "Hey Jesse wake up. It's after ten." I call to the sleeping form in the lower bunk bed. Those pain pills packed a punch. I took one before I went to bed last night and I fell asleep right away.
I climbed out of the top bunk and quickly changed. I took another painkiller. We had practice at noon. We needed to get something to eat. Jesse and I headed for the UCLA cafeteria. I groaned as I saw the Vikings and their coach eating food in the courtyard.
Jesse and I walked nonchalantly past the Vikings hoping they didn't notice us. But could we be that lucky?
Sanderson blocked our way. "What's the matter? I hit you too hard?" He asked me looking at the sling.
Jesse pushed him. The guy was twice his size but he didn't care. Of course now the other Icelanders are over here. I looked at Jesse nervously. Thirteen Icelanders Vs him and me. I really don't like these odds. I wouldn't like the odds any better if I had two good wrists. Where's a Junior Goodwill Games official when you need one? Better yet where are the Bash Brothers?
I was pushed from behind. Not a good thing to have happen when you have an arm in a sling. But I caught myself with my good hand. Someone kicked me. And I fell all the way down. I felt pain going through my arm. But the sling and the wrapping did take some of the impact. One of them kicked me in the head and I stayed down. I hope Jesse's okay I though before blacking out.
When I woke up, I found myself lying on something soft. It was a bed. I must have dreamed it all. I looked around and realized I wasn't in my dorm room. The room looked rather white and had a distinct smell. I knew that smell.
I was in a hospital. My head was throbbing and so was my arm. I guess the only logical question was how'd I get here.
I looked around and saw Jesse lying in the bed next to me. He was unconscious and his face was covered with bruises. I buzzed a nurse. A few minutes later one came in.
"Oh Adam you are awake. I'll inform the doctor."
After she left, Jesse opened his eyes. "Oh man." He said and looked over at me. "You look as bad as I feel."
"What happened?" I asked.
"You got kicked in the head and passed out. I tried to fight them but there were too many. Last thing I remember is a fist heading for me."
Coach Bombay came into the room. "Oh good you're both awake. You had us all worried."
"We aren't that injured are we?" I asked.
"No but getting a call saying you were both in the hospital was enough of a worry. What happened?"
"Team Iceland attacked us." Jesse said.
"I figured as much." Bombay said.
The doctor came in. "Good you are both away. You are both free to go. There is nothing except bruises and cuts. Luckily, there were no concussions. Adam your wrist is going to be a bit more sorer then usual. But no further injury was to it. Mr. Bombay make sure they get plenty of rest today."
"I will." Coach answered. The doctor left. Jesse and I both got up and followed him out of the room.
