acl’s | sam kerr x reader
this is me trying to work through my devastation but it’s 3am, i’m crying and writing this on my phone. :( it’s a blurb btw
you have to admit the timing of the call should be a little bit of a shock.
it doesn’t cross your mind when your girlfriends contact pops up on your phone, but in hindsight it probably should.
it’s not odd for sam to call you multiple times a day when she’s away on camp, if she has a spare minute here or there, so you are delighted when you see her face pop up on your screen.
you press the green button almost immediately, pulling your phone up to rest at your ear.
“Hiya chook, how’s the weather treating you?”
When you don’t get an immediate response you become a little bit worried, but nothing abnormal.
It’s when the voice of your fiancés coach hits your ears that you are immediately worried.
“Emma, what can I do for you?”
You’ve talked to Emma hundreds of times, but you can tell from her voice that this is different.
“Look, Sam’s just come off the pitch after a little incident, it’s looking like she’s done her ACL.”
Your gut wrenches, and it takes all of your power to stop your lunch from pouring out across the dining table your sat at.
Your head immediately begins to reel, 9 months. That’s the Olympics, Emma’s last season at Chelsea, so many things that Sam has over this year that are now done.
Your mind goes back to Sam’s previous ACL injury, how she’d talked about how it had been the hardest thing mentally and physically for her, that it was almost the end of her career.
“It’s not looking good, we’ll have to wait until she’s had scans to confirm the severity but both her and our doctors are fairly certain it’s her cruciate ligament.”
You take a deep breath, fuck.
“Okay, okay. Is she okay?”
It’s a stupid question, of course she isn’t okay, she’s done her fucking acl, but your concern goes further than her obvious injury.
“She’s in a lot of pain, and she’s pretty torn up. Millie has been keeping her company but all she wants to do is talk to you.”
You nod your head, you know you shouldn’t have to prepare yourself to talk to her but you take your time to take a deep breath, keep yourself strong for her.
“Can you put her on for me please, Emma?”
You hear some bustling around.
“Of course, she wanted me to call you to get the facts straight, but i’ll put her on now.”
You hear a little bit more bustling before complete silence, and that seems to be your queue.
You hear a deep, laboured breath crackling from the other side of the phone.
Her words are strung out, you know that Sam will be trying her hardest to keep it together, she simply isn’t one to be publicly over emotional, no matter the situation.
You know the best thing right now is to leave her to talk about her injury, you leave ghe ball in her court.
You hear her voice break, and you know that she’s crying even though you can’t hear any sobs or evidence of tears.
“I’m right here chook, so are all the girls, whatever you need.”
When you hear a sob, it takes everything you have to not start crying with her.
“Need to see you, need you here.”
Sam’s not a needy person, so to hear her asking for something like this is concerning to you.
“How about I turn on facetime chook, will that make you feel a bit better?”
When you hear a little murmur of a ‘yes’ you click the button, waiting for it to connect once she accepts the request.
It’s a matter of seconds before you are met with the visual of Sam, her head resting on Millie's shoulder on a physio bed, tears cascading freely down her olive skin.
She only begins to cry more, and you are fairly certain once this call ends you’ll be rushing straight to the bathroom to expel all of the bile that’s built up in your throat.
“I’m supposed to be captain, I need to be okay, I need to play the olympics, I couldn’t play the fucking world cup. This could be my last major tournament.”
You want to tell her that she’s being ridiculous, but it would achieve nothing, Sam needs to feel validated in her feelings right now, not like you and the whole world are against her.
“Sam this isn’t your fault, you couldn’t have avoided it, it was just a stupid freak accident, unfortunately it happens in the sport you play.”
Sam looks so broken, Millie’s matching her energy, the normally energetic blonde looking very sullen.
“What if this is it for me?”
You resist the urge to roll your eyes, it’s a stupid statement but a very real feeling that Sam has.
“Sam, how about I come to Morocco? I’ll catch the next flight out, and i’ll come and be there for you, is that something you want?”
You don’t want to step over her boundaries, but just the look on her face tells you that she needs to be comforted, she needs to cry and whilst her teammates are great, Sam is never going to be that vulnerable in front of them.
Her own statement contradicts every single feeling you can see inside her.
Sam’s tears only begin to fall heavier.
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