College RP (CLOSED)

"I'll call someone to do it, if Tamika doesn't. Where's your dorm?"

"Tamika won't," she groaned. "I can do it."

"Nope." She spotted a bench, and walked Reese to it, making her sit down. "I'll do it myself. Watch my stuff." She turned, jogging back towards the field.

"I hurt my shoulder, not my legs," she muttered.

A packed up the equipment, putting it back in the shed, humming to herself.

Reese closed her eyes for a minute.

A closed the door to the shed and jogged back, slowing when she got close. Is she asleep?

Reese opened her eyes when she heard footsteps to see A approaching again. She smiled weakly. "Thank you."

A sat next to her, legs crossed and facing her injured shoulder, which she was examining. "Of course, sweetheart. I'm goin' t' try and move it a bit, and I want you to tell me how it feels, 'kay?"

Reese nodded, trying to relax it.

She placed her hands on Reese's shoulder, gently pushing.

She gritted her teeth. "Ow…"

"It's not swollen yet, so it might not be dislocated. Man, you got lucky. I've seen people take falls like that and be benched for a year."

Reese bit her lip. "Will I?"

"Not if I can help it. We should get you somewhere for fluids, rest, and I wanna see if I can't ice it down." She reached out, grabbing Reese's hand, and squeezed gently. "I'm gonna help, alright? I got your back."

"Thank you," she said quietly.

A winked, and sat to let Reese work up some strength.

"I can walk," Reese insisted.

"Hon, you leaned on me the whole way here. Forgive me if i'm not too confident in your abilities to walk."

She was completely lying. Her ankle throbbed from where Tamika had mercilessly hooked it on her stick.
"Fine…"

A stood, eyeing Reese and categorizing her injuries. "I wonder…."

She looked over. "Wonder what?"

"I could probably just carry you bridal style, to be honest. It might be quicker." There was a small grin on her face, conveying her excitement at the idea.

Reese blushed. "I-I can walk."

"You keep sayin' that-" She threaded one arm through the backpack, stuffing her jacket into it. "-and I don' believe you one bit."

"Well, I can. And I'm going to play in the game tomorrow."

"If you want to play in the fucking game, your ankle can't be this fucked-oh my god."

"What?" she asked quickly.

"That-she did that on purpose." A clenched and unclenched her fist in anger. "She wanted you out of the game."

Reese closed her eyes. "You're right… oh, God, what am I supposed to do?"