"Catra, just chill out. Adora will be fine. They're just doing a scan to make sure that nothing was torn." Glimmer stated as she watched Catra pace across the room, ignoring the pain that the scrapes along her legs obviously caused.
"Yeah but what if she is allergic to the contrast or something? If something happens it'll be my fault and..."
Scorpia's hand on Catra's should stopped her mid sentence.
"Catra, stop. We're in one of the best hospitals in the area and it is not your fault! You two play sports and that in and of itself has risks. Stop trying to blame yourself because you fell into her." Scorpia pointed out, hoping to sooth whatever kinds of fears that Catra was having—although she knew from experience that once Catra got an idea into her head, that not much of anything could change her mind.
"It was my fault and you know it! If I couldn't afford to buy a pair of better cleats to begin with...I wouldn't have slid and none of this would have happened!" Catra argued, her expression clouding over with an emotion that even Scorpia couldn't read before she turned and walked out of the room.
"Okay...So that happened." Scorpia commented shaking her head as she turned her attention back toward Glimmer and Angela before adding "What exactly are they checking Adora for? I barely got any answers out of Catra."
"She has severe bruising so they are making sure there is no ACL injuries. The only thing they are sure of is a sprained ankle...But can any of you explain to me what in the universe that was about?" Angela answered, motioning toward the door where Catra had disappeared.
"Okay so Catra slipped while trying to tackle some guy on the other team and wiped out into Adora." Glimmer summarized just as the doctor came in.
"You know it is just a sprain right?" Adora complained as Catra insisted on carrying her bag for her, leaving her to struggle with the crutches she was using.
"Yeah and I also know that you're being a stubborn pain in the ass and if my cleats weren't so sucky I wouldn't have slid into you when I tried to tackle the ball away from that one dude." Catra answered, trying to sound nonchalant about the whole thing although just thinking about it made a tinge of guilt settle into the pit of her stomach.
"Cat, it's soccer. People get hurt in contact sports all the time. Stop beating yourself up over an accident." Adora said, sharing a look with Bow as Catra stalked on ahead—obviously not wanting to hear the blonde's argument.
"Man, has she always been like this?" Bow whispered to Adora who sighed and nodded.
"unfortunately."
"You're going to end up getting detention again. I swear I'm fine carrying my own stuff." Adora said, turning toward Catra who just shrugged.
"That's future Catra's problem. Besides I can always just tell them you needed my help and I'd be off the hook. Everyone loves you." Catra retorted, smirking as she followed Adora into a classroom, dropping Adora's bag unceremoniously down unto a desk.
Adora rolled her eyes at that but didn't farther argue with the other girl, who was giving her that damn cocky, crooked grin that had always annoyed the hell out of her—especially since it usually meant that Catra was going to land both of them into trouble in one form or another.
"Just go to class before you get us both in trouble...as usual." Adora retorted, although she wasn't able to keep from smiling when Catra let out a scoff.
"Oh so I'm the bad influence here? Who was it that convinced me to help them shred the bottom of Beatrix's favorite dress that time?" Catra retorted, earning a look.
"Well I never got caught." Adora retorted smiling as she added "Now get going or you will be late and I don't want you to end up whining about getting in trouble later."
"Okay okay, I'm going, jeez. What are you? My mom?" Catra retorted with a laugh before heading toward the door, pausing only to call over her shoulder. "See you after class Adora!"
"Okay is it just me or is little miss punk rock starting to be a tad bit...Oh I don't know...Clingy?" Glimmer said later that day while she and Adora sat on the bleachers, earning a look from Adora who
"What do you mean?"
Glimmer rolled her eyes at that and glanced around to make sure that Catra was still playing basketball and not within earshot.
"I mean When you got hurt she literally wouldn't leave the hospital until she was sure that you were alright. Then she kept calling and hanging around the house until I practically had to force her to leave because she refused to spend the night. Now she's walking you to every class and insisting on basically being your pack mule. There is something going on there." Glimmer explained although Adora just waved her off.
"She just feels guilty over something that she shouldn't. You've read to many of those cheesy teen magazines, Glimmer." Adora retorted, earning a snicker.
"whatever you say Adora but Bow has noticed it too."
Adora rolled her eyes at that before pinching the bridge of her nose, hoping that she wouldn't end up with a headache from whatever kind of emotional ambush this was.
"You both need to stop reading those stupid magazines then. Seriously you are making a big deal out of nothing. Catra's always been like this...Loyal to a fault." she retorted.
"Loyal to a fault? Does that Loyalty include those looks you two have been sending each other lately? Or did you forget about the fact that we both caught you staring in the locker room?"
Glimmer tried not to laugh at the alarmed look that came across Adora's face—or how red her cheeks were getting—at the concept.
"What looks? I have not looked at her in any way! I was just surprised that she has as much muscle as she does! I mean the girl looks like she would be scrawny as hell!" Adora exclaimed and that was when Glimmer lost the fight with keeping her laughter at bay.
"Both of you are dense as hell, you know that?"
"Shut up Glimmer!"