Author's Note: So day 11 is a High School AU, which may or may not get more written about it as I work on this project.
Little things of note: Quorra is one of Alan and Lora's kids - the others being her older twin brothers, Tron and Rinzler. Sam lives with them because Kevin is still missing and Sam's mom is still dead. Sam, Quorra, Ed, and the kids from Uprising are all aged about their senior year or so. Ed's an only child with Dillinger Senior being a single father. I think that's everything.

Wearing Kigurumis (Actually just Sam being a mascot)

And then there was Ed Dillinger. He'd transferred to Sam's school at the beginning of eighth grade and about a month in they found out he was damn good at Frisbee. It was during PE one day, and Beck had thrown the Frisbee badly and Ed snatched it from its trajectory toward Mara's head and whipped it back, Beck just barely catching it.

Sam smiled at the memory, having stared at both Ed's "I don't give a fuck" look and Beck's startled expression. The amazing part was the fact that he was very, very good, almost to the level Quorra's older brothers were.

Now, four years after the fact, Ed was the captain of the Ultimate Frisbee team and Sam had the biggest crush on him.

Cradling the mascot head in his hands, Sam looked up when he heard the door creak open and watched Ed limp into the locker room. Sam stared as Ed walked passed him and stripped, dropping his shirt on the floor by his locker and leaning against it, a grimace on his face and one leg cocked so that he's not putting weight on it.

It was a few minutes later that Sam broke the silence by saying, "Are you alright?"

Ed just grunted and turned around, sliding down against the lockers and growling, "Does it look like it?" Sam grimaced. From that angle, he could actually see the bruising that was forming around Ed's knee, and just looking at it, Sam knew something was messed up. "Landed badly when I fell earlier," Ed continued, touching it lightly. "If you'd like to get out of that, I'd appreciate a hand."

"Yeah, yeah, sure, gimme a minute," Sam said, dropping the mask and taking off the gloves, contorting his body to catch the zipper in the back and get the suit off. Two minutes later, he slid out of it, shaking himself and standing, opening his locker behind him and snatching an ace bandage. "You're gonna want this looked at, Rinzler messed up his knee a few years ago and it kind of looked like this," Sam rambled, crouching around Ed's leg and gently touching it. Ed hissed and tried to move his leg, but Sam placed a hand on him, muttering, "and hold still, I don't wanna mess up your knee any more than it already is."

Ed gritted his teeth and nodded, slowly extending his bad knee so that Sam had better access to it. Delicately, Sam wrapped the knee, being careful not to jostle it more. "So…" Sam began, "are you okay to drive or do you want me to take you home?" Ed just quirked an eyebrow at Sam from under his fringe of hair and Sam chuckled in return. "You're right; I don't think you could actually walk out to your car without hurting yourself even more."

Ed snorted. "Just give me a hand, Flynn. I just want to get home and take some painkillers and go to sleep. I won't be playing for a week as-is." Sam felt something like sympathy – closer to pity really – burble in his chest and so he stood, extending a hand to help Ed to his feet – foot – and slung an arm around the other student's waist, placing Ed's arm around his shoulders. Together, they limped the Bradley's car (Sam's motorcycle was in the shop, something was wrong with the engine and Sam couldn't figure it out), and Sam helped Ed fall into the passenger's seat. The ride back to Ed's house was silent but comfortable, and when Sam got home, Quorra asked him what he was smiling about.