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Chapter Three: Things Are Getting Worse
"Michael... Michael!" Judy yelled, trying to get the red-head's attention as she knelt down beside him. She could tell right away what had happened, and knew that he had to go to the hospital to get it fixed.
"What?" Michael snarled, feeling too much pain to think rationally and keep his emotions under control. The pain was actually beginning to numb, but his arm still felt strange. What the hell had he done to it? It had only been a mere pulled muscle before but Michael had a feeling that it was a lot worse now...
"Someone's going to have to get you to a hospital. I'd let one of the medic's look at it but it's only the apprentinces working today, since the doctor has the day off."
"Why? Take a look at what?" Michael asked, finally feeling the urge to lift his head and look at the Director. He recognized the sympathetic look in her eyes, and the way they kept drifting back to look at his arm. "What...?" he repeated, before finally turning his head to have a look.
His voice caught in his throat and his blue eyes widened in fear. His skin paled, looking almost white now and he could feel the contents of his stomach wanting to come back up. Within an instant, he was pulled against his boyfriend's chest and the Scottish teen kept him from looking at his arm again.
"Don't look at it, Michael," Johnny told him, before adding. "You dislocated your shoulder during that last launch. I've got my car here, I'll take you to the hospital to get it fixed."
"Are you sure you can handle it, Johnny? Maybe Director Judy sho~," Eddy started but Michael immediately cut him off.
"No! If I have to go to the hospital, then I'd rather have Johnny with me," he said bluntly, as he got unsteadily to his feet, having to lean on Johnny to stay upright. The other red-head wrapped an arm around the jock's waist, and held him close, for once glad that they were almost the same height.
"Alright. Emily, you're going to blade in Michael's place while Johnny takes him to the hospital, and once the match is done, we'll meet you there," Judy said, as they all nodded in agreement, and Emily hurried to fetch her blade.
Michael washed her rush off, before allowing Johnny to lead him towards the hallway. Luckily, he wasn't feel much pain at the moment, only a dull throb but he knew that wouldn't last for much longer. Once he got to the hospital and had it looked after, it'd be hurting like hell again, but at least he'd be able to get some meds for it.
"Ya know, that -was- pretty cool how you hurt your shoulder back there," Johnny said all of a sudden, causing Michael to arch a brow and look at him disbelievingly.
"You've got to be kidding!"
"Nope! You shoulda seen it. You were just about to launch when your arm just snapped back. Looked like something straight out of an action movie... or something."
Michael snorted. "I guess, but I won't be blading for awhile."
"So? Your team was about to go on a break anyways and now you get an even longer vacation! You can come home with me to Scotland and I'll make ya forget all about that arm," Johnny promised, a small grin spreading across his face.
"Sounds good, but remember that I'm injured..."
"Don't expect me to put on a nurse's outfit for you."
"Aww..."
Johnny stuck his tongue out teasingly before stopping just inside the main doors. He carefully unwrapped Michael's arm from around his waist, and got him to lean against the wall.
"You wait here and I'll bring the car around, then come back for ya, ok?"
Michael nodded. "Sounds good. But all ya need to do is honk. I can make it out on my own."
"Oh yeah, -that's- a good plan. You're not exactly steady at the moment, Mikey, just let me get you."
"Ok, fine, you win, but you're gonna owe me something big."
"Just wait until we get back to Scotland,."
"Tease."
Johnny smirked, then hurried out the doors to drive his car around to the front entrance. While he was gone, Michael stayed leaned against the wall, his eyes shut tightly. Even though he was trying to remain optimistic about the situation, he was really scared about it. He had read stories about ball players who had thrown their arms out while pitching and had never been able to play ball again. What if the same thing happened to him?
He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice a figure in a dark robe heading his way, until he felt a faint whisper in his ear and the next thing he knew, everything went black.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Chapter Three: Things Are Getting Worse
"Michael... Michael!" Judy yelled, trying to get the red-head's attention as she knelt down beside him. She could tell right away what had happened, and knew that he had to go to the hospital to get it fixed.
"What?" Michael snarled, feeling too much pain to think rationally and keep his emotions under control. The pain was actually beginning to numb, but his arm still felt strange. What the hell had he done to it? It had only been a mere pulled muscle before but Michael had a feeling that it was a lot worse now...
"Someone's going to have to get you to a hospital. I'd let one of the medic's look at it but it's only the apprentinces working today, since the doctor has the day off."
"Why? Take a look at what?" Michael asked, finally feeling the urge to lift his head and look at the Director. He recognized the sympathetic look in her eyes, and the way they kept drifting back to look at his arm. "What...?" he repeated, before finally turning his head to have a look.
His voice caught in his throat and his blue eyes widened in fear. His skin paled, looking almost white now and he could feel the contents of his stomach wanting to come back up. Within an instant, he was pulled against his boyfriend's chest and the Scottish teen kept him from looking at his arm again.
"Don't look at it, Michael," Johnny told him, before adding. "You dislocated your shoulder during that last launch. I've got my car here, I'll take you to the hospital to get it fixed."
"Are you sure you can handle it, Johnny? Maybe Director Judy sho~," Eddy started but Michael immediately cut him off.
"No! If I have to go to the hospital, then I'd rather have Johnny with me," he said bluntly, as he got unsteadily to his feet, having to lean on Johnny to stay upright. The other red-head wrapped an arm around the jock's waist, and held him close, for once glad that they were almost the same height.
"Alright. Emily, you're going to blade in Michael's place while Johnny takes him to the hospital, and once the match is done, we'll meet you there," Judy said, as they all nodded in agreement, and Emily hurried to fetch her blade.
Michael washed her rush off, before allowing Johnny to lead him towards the hallway. Luckily, he wasn't feel much pain at the moment, only a dull throb but he knew that wouldn't last for much longer. Once he got to the hospital and had it looked after, it'd be hurting like hell again, but at least he'd be able to get some meds for it.
"Ya know, that -was- pretty cool how you hurt your shoulder back there," Johnny said all of a sudden, causing Michael to arch a brow and look at him disbelievingly.
"You've got to be kidding!"
"Nope! You shoulda seen it. You were just about to launch when your arm just snapped back. Looked like something straight out of an action movie... or something."
Michael snorted. "I guess, but I won't be blading for awhile."
"So? Your team was about to go on a break anyways and now you get an even longer vacation! You can come home with me to Scotland and I'll make ya forget all about that arm," Johnny promised, a small grin spreading across his face.
"Sounds good, but remember that I'm injured..."
"Don't expect me to put on a nurse's outfit for you."
"Aww..."
Johnny stuck his tongue out teasingly before stopping just inside the main doors. He carefully unwrapped Michael's arm from around his waist, and got him to lean against the wall.
"You wait here and I'll bring the car around, then come back for ya, ok?"
Michael nodded. "Sounds good. But all ya need to do is honk. I can make it out on my own."
"Oh yeah, -that's- a good plan. You're not exactly steady at the moment, Mikey, just let me get you."
"Ok, fine, you win, but you're gonna owe me something big."
"Just wait until we get back to Scotland,."
"Tease."
Johnny smirked, then hurried out the doors to drive his car around to the front entrance. While he was gone, Michael stayed leaned against the wall, his eyes shut tightly. Even though he was trying to remain optimistic about the situation, he was really scared about it. He had read stories about ball players who had thrown their arms out while pitching and had never been able to play ball again. What if the same thing happened to him?
He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice a figure in a dark robe heading his way, until he felt a faint whisper in his ear and the next thing he knew, everything went black.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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