Nathaniel had never been an extremely coordinated person. Orderly, yes, but clumsy like you'd never seen before.
He hated gym.
His hatred didn't lessen any when he misstepped, landing on his ankle with a resounding crack.
He fell as pain shot up his leg, radiating from his ankle in waves.
"You alright?" Someone asked- he didn't know them, but they had been closes when he fell. He nodded, pushing himself up.
Tentatively, he put weight on his ankle, nearly falling again when he did.
"Actually no," he said, looking up. But the person had already gone back to the soccer game.
He groaned, looking around.
Of course the only person close enough to hear him was Castiel.
"Castiel," he hissed. The redhead had his earbuds in, ignoring him. He tried again, louder. "Castiel!"
Castiel took out one of his earbuds, looking up with a bored expression.
"What is it, Golden Boy?"
"I need you to help me with this," he said, gesturing to his quickly swelling ankle. Castiel rolled his eyes, standing from his spot on the sidelines and walking over. Wordlessly, he slung Nathaniel's arm over his shoulders.
"And what's in it for me?"
Nathaniel huffed, thinking for a moment. "I'll give you the keys to the roof back."
Castiel thought it over for a moment. "Fine," he conceded, and after notifying the teacher of where they were going, they made their way to the school nurse's office.
She wrapped his ankle and put some ice on it, nodding for Castiel to leave. He didn't waste another second, turning on one heel and walking quickly back to gym class.
Nathaniel was an idiot.