every time someone posts a headcanon about walsh saying she's in the military an angel loses her wings. ms. "i hate er cowboys and improvisational medicine that isn't by the book and doesn't follow the standard of care," would in no world be a military surgeon. i'm hitting you with a hammer. also why would people ever make a character who isn't in the military have a past working in the military? i feel like the people doing it have to be from outside the US because no one i know or interact w in the fandom from the US would talk about the US military as a fun little piece of silly character lore. you are all odd individuals.
Guys I can’t, HOW DOES A PLAYER DROP 44 POINTS AND STILL LOSE THE GAME? More importantly, HOW DOES THE OTHER LEADING SCORER ON THE TEAM ONLY HAVE 13??? MAKE IT MAKE SENSE
Some are js lazy and don’t remove the headers. A lot of the time spacing and the sentence lengths is a dead giveaway too.
chatGPT does this thing with like comparisons where it’s not really a metaphor or simile it’s just like weird 😭. That might just be a new style but I’ve seen it a lot with AI writers. Dialogue too, you can def tell if a human wrote dialogue or not
Uhmmm also when authors use it consistently all their fics will follow a sort of “trend” since ChatGPT has a memory. So if you use certain phrases or openers, then all the fics will start sounding like that
I really wanna just screenshot some examples but I don’t wanna call anyone out 😭 but a lot of the fics these past 3 months or so have been mainly ai tho fs
Some of y’all gotta realize none of the players need your defending or words, starting arguments and flooding tags (especially on game night 💔💔) does no good other than raise your own blood pressure
Summary: You are the first one on scene to help Caitlin when she goes down during a game (based on THIS request).
Warnings: hurt Cait
Word Count: 2.8k
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It is a beautiful Tuesday evening in downtown Indianapolis. You and a few of your coworkers turned friends are heading to Gainbridge Fieldhouse for your first ever Indiana Fever game.
You have always been into sports but have always just watched the men’s teams. With the rise of the W, you started watching and have loved it.
A main part of that has to do with a certain Iowa girl becoming a pro and you would be lying if you said she wasn’t a big part of you watching women’s sports now.
With your work schedule - you weren’t able to go to any home games the first year of Caitlin Clark being in Indiana, but when your annual review comes up and you are told you have exceeded every expectation and metric your supervisor awards you with tickets to see your first WNBA game. It would be a surprise but with how much you talk about sports, it’s not. You were given a few courtside tickets which could not have been better.
When you guys get to Gainbridge, you get to enter through a separate entrance and are taken on a tour of the arena prior to being shown your seats. One neat part that you weren’t expecting is getting to watch the players warm up.
You got a front row view of Caitlin Clark going through her warm up routine and it is flawless. You have watched a lot of basketball and watching her is like watching perfection. You sit there as your friends talk but you keep your eyes trained on the athlete. Her form is beautiful. Her release looks effortless. You could sit and watch her forever.
It is after they finish their warm ups when a few of the team comes over to sign autographs. You don’t know why but you feel a nervousness build in you as Caitlin walks over, a big smile on her face.
“Hey,” she says and your friends slightly freak out. You on the other hand, are stiff as a board.
Cailtin signs autographs and makes small talk and you can’t get yourself to say a word. She is absolutely stunning. And you, you are making a fool of yourself.
“Do you want me to sign anything for you?” Cait says , looking right into your eyes.
You look into her eyes and melt. Luckily, you are wearing her jersey that you got from the team store before heading to your seats. You turn around and move your hair out of the way for her to sign the back.
Caitlin lets out a little laugh and signs the back of your jersey.
Before you know it, she politely excuses herself and heads back to get ready for the game.
As you sit down, your friends just stare at you.
“You okay there?” One your friends asks.
“I think I just blacked out,” you say, blinking a few times. They all laugh at you and begin to make fun of how mesmerized you were by the star athlete.
You decide to drown your embarrassment in some nachos. You finish the nachos before the team reappears for their final shootaround before the game.
The game is about to begin and you watch the theatrics of the teams calling out the starting line ups. Your eyes are trained on Caitlin as she gets set to take the floor.
The beginning of the game is a whirlwind as you watch the Fever fight back from a 12 point deficit in the early minutes of the game. Once they started playing in rhythm, they absolutely dominated. They are up 54-46 going into the half.
By the time the second half starts, you know you are going to be a fan for life.
As you are watching, Caitlin brings the ball up the court in transition. She fakes going left then drives up the right side to the rim. She knocks down the layup but is knocked while she is up, drawing the foul. When she comes down, she falls to the floor, head and neck hitting the stanchion.
There are audible gasps as she goes down.
The second you see it, you know there is something wrong. Her teammates begin to panic as they are yelling at the athletic training team to come on the floor but they are too slow and you are closer.
Before you know it, you are up and moving. Security tries to stop you but your friends rush to explain you do this for a living. The next moment, you are by her side. You first check for her pulse - it’s faint but present. You then roll her over to keep her airway clear and to ensure nothing else happens. YOu are careful with her head and neck, seeing as it was hit when she went down. Your initial fear is that there would be an injury to her spine, but as you are checking her vertebrae, her eyes begin to flicker open.
“Hey,” you say softly. You introduce yourself and tell her not to make any sudden moves. “You went down pretty hard there, your team is coming but can you do a few things for me real quick?”
She blinks, then slowly gives a little nod.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you. I am going to ask you a few questions. Tell me if anything I am asking hurts, okay?” You say as you guide her back.
“What is your name?” You ask.
“Caitlin,” she says.
“That’s good, Cailtin. Can you tell me where you are?” You ask as you have her follow your finger with her eyes. She checks out there.
You ask as you feel around her neck and she winces. “I’m sorry,” you say as you lighten the pressure. You don’t feel anything alarming and think she is just sore, maybe bruised.
“I’m at Gainbridge,” she says, her eyes never leaving yours. Her blinking is a little slowed but that is not a concern at this moment. As long as that returns to normal, you wound;t worry about it.
“Yes, you are. Great job,” you say. At this point, the athletic training team is by her side and asking her all kinds of questions about what hurts and where. People are pushing past you and working their way into her, doing what they believe to be best for her.
When you are backing away, you still watch over her. When someone comes and crouches in front of you, blocking her view of you - Cait tries to sit up, calling your name. Everyone’s head turns to you. One of the trainers grabs your arms and pulls you back into the mess of people.
Caitlin lays back as her eyes settle themselves on you. She doesn’t say anything, even when they ask her questions, just lays there looking at you. Considering how you acted when she came up to give autographs, you should be nervous and tight but this is your element. Not that you want her to be hurt in any way shape or form, but your instinct takes over and a familiar sense of calm washes over you just like it does when you are in the field.
When you notice she is not responding, you jump back.
“Hey Caitlin,” you say and her lips curve up slightly. “We want to get you off the court, okay? Can you try to sit up for me?” You ask as the team of trainers has their hands all around supporting her.
She begins to sit up and your hands instinctively go to support her head, that being a big place of impact. You watch as she struggles a little and winces. Once she is up to a sitting position you give her a little praise.
“Great job,” you say, hand still on the back of her head. “What hurts?” You ask.
She has to think for a moment, then responds. “My neck and head.” She moves her head back and forth a little and then winces again when her hand comes to the ground and she tries to put weight on it.
“And my left wrist,” she says with her eyebrows furrowed.
“Okay, how do your legs feel?” You ask and bring your free hand to her knee and thigh, squeezing with enough pressure to not be ticklish.
“Fine,” she stutters. Caitlin should be embarrassed at how much she likes your hands on her but she is still too discombobulated to be fully aware.
“Great,” you say with a smile, keeping your hand on her thigh as the team waves over a wheelchair.
“Think you can stand for me, superstar?” You ask and her head does the slightest nod. You know she could go out in a wheelchair but you also know, she would rather walk off the court. She reaches up and you stand over her. Her arms come over your shoulders and you grab her waist to pull her up. There is a trainer helping her from behind.
Once Caitlin is standing You come to her side, her arm still around your shoulder. She has some height on you but it makes her leaning into you easier. She waves off the wheelchair as she takes small steps.
The crowd stands and cheers for her as you help her down the tunnel and to where you imagine the training room is. Once you get her out of the crowd’s eye, you speak.
“You can take a seat,” you say softly. The reason you knew she didn’t want it at first was to show weakness. You are the same way, but now that she is out of the public’s eye, you offer her a space where she doesn’t have to be.
“Ya, okay,” she says and you wave over the wheelchair. You help her take a seat and walk right by her until you are in the training room.
At this point, the training team has taken over and you are sort of just standing there awkwardly but you don’t want to leave yet. Not until you know for sure she is okay.
They decide to take her to go get a CT and MRI just to be safe and you know you have no need to go. So you decide, even if you don’t want to, that it is time to head back to your friends. You sneak out the back, unnoticed and walk back.
You are distracted the rest of the game, thinking about how Caitlin is and what the outcome of her scans could show. You are pretty confident she has a concussion and will be sore for the following days. You hope they check her spine and make sure there isn’t any discomfort there. Maybe you should go back and let them know to check? No, they got her.
The next few days, you can’t stop thinking about how Cailtin is doing. You have also learned that every social media platform you are on has blown up with clips of you running to help Caitlin. Everyone at work jokes about it and you have different reporters and media members reaching out to see if you will do an interview. You don’t.
The only thing you keep an eye out on social media for is any update from the Fever on how Caitlin is. They initially announced that Cait would be put on concussion protocol and would be out a minimum 2 weeks due to a very minor strain in her lower back. After hearing that, you think she will be out closer to 4 weeks but you know they are trying to keep the fans happy and hearing 2 weeks sounds a lot better than 4, even if they extend it.
About a week passes and as you check in for work at your station, you are called in to your supervisor’s office.
“You wanted to see me sir?” You say as you enter his office. You are taken back when you see Caitlin standing there.
“Hi,” you say, going back to how you reacted the first time you met Cailtin. All cool, slipping out the door with your supervisor.
“Hey,” she says. “I wanted to come and say thank you.”
You nod. No words really finding their way to your mouth.
Caitlin’s hand comes to rub the back of her neck then comes down and she shoves it into her pocket. Both of you are standing there like two of the world’s most awkward middle schoolers.
“How are you doing?” You ask, finally breaking the silence.
“Sore still but my head is doing a lot better,” she says. You nod.
“That’s good,” you say. Why can’t you just be normal?
“I’m sorry the media has been crazy,” she says with a nervous laugh.
You shrug with a smile. “Don’t worry about it.”
“They are really out here trying to find you,” she says with a little laugh. “Took me a week to find you.”
You give her a look - she has been looking for you?
“How’d you find me?” You ask, not teasing but genuinely curious.
“Well, let’s just say it took a handful of people calling different hospitals and stations around the area,” Cait says with a little blush.
It is in that moment that you realize you might not be the only one harboring feelings, even if it is a little crush.
“Well you found me,” you say, you are trying to be more confident but that is kind of hard when Cailtin Clark is standing in front of you.
“I did,” she says. “And I am glad I did.”
“So you found me and you did what you came to do,” you say. “Is that all?” You hope it isn’t but you don’t want to put your heart on the line when you are no one and she is, well, she is her.
You can see you have caught her off-guard with your comment and question. The gears in her mind are working overtime trying to find what else to say.
“Yes,” she starts but quickly changes her mind. “No.”
Her nervousness is enough to know neither of you are going to get anywhere at this pace.
“Want a tour of the station?” You ask, hoping walking around will help with your lack of conversation.
“Ya, ya. I would really like that,” she says and you lead her out of the office.
You show her around and she follows. It is almost eerily quiet in the station and you have a feeling it is because your supervisor pulled everyone to not bombard Caitlin. You have to thank him later.
“Thank you for coming to say thank you,” you say. “I have been thinking about you and hoping you have been okay since the accident.”
“You were worried about me?” She asks with a cute little smile.
“I was,” you say sincerely. “You went down hard, I reacted before I could think. Seeing you go down scared me.” You are now facing her and her eyes are on you. It looks like she is trying to see through you but you’ll learn later that is her thinking face.
“I’m sorry I scared you,” she says in all seriousness. She reminds you of a child and you think it is the cutest thing.
“Caitlin, I know you didn’t mean to,” a smile on your face.
“I like when you say my name,” she says and you can see in her eyes, she didn’t mean to say that out loud.
“Caitlin,” you say it again, slightly slower. A blush creeps up her cheeks.
“I didn’t just come here to say thank you. I also came because I haven’t been able to get you out of my head. I don’t remember much, but I remember you. I remember your face and you saying my name. I didn’t want to look anywhere but you and then you were gone. I almost thought you were a dream until I saw clips circulating. And I had to find you.” Caitlin lets out. A confession. The truth. Her truth.
Caitlin took the first step. Well technically it’s her second step, her first was showing up in the first place. Seeing her making the effort, you can do it too.
“Thank you for finding me,” you say. “Because I have been wanting to reach out and have no idea how to but seeing you here now, thank you.”
You want to step forward and crawl into Caitlin’s arms. What would be the harm?
Taking a small step forward, hand coming up to pull at the pocket of her hoodie. She lets you pull her in and your arms snake around her torso. Her arms wrap around your shoulder and her head comes to rest on yours. Both of you sigh at the same time.
You two stay like that for a moment.
When you finally pull away, it’s as if neither of you wants to be the first to let go.
“When can I see you again?” You ask.
“Whenever you want,” she says and means it.
“This weekend?” You ask, hopeful.
“That sounds amazing,” Caitlin says with a smile.
AN: I really like this one. But who cares what I think? Let me know what you think! And as always, thank you for your love and support 🤍
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