summary: Reader gets hurt on a mission, but she won't admit that she is hurt
We had finally finished a mission. I was extremely tired. Peter came running over to me. I winced as he dragged me over to my room.
Hank stopped us by grabbing my arm, “I think Y/N should get checked because their ankle looks bad.” I smiled awkwardly, “I think I will be fine.” “But Y/n-” “I said I would be fine Hank,” I said. Hank just sighed and walked away.
“Why did you do that?” Peter asks from beside me. “I don't know, I guess my ankle doesn't hurt. It doesn't look that bad, right?” I said raising my foot and almost tripping. Peter laughs at me. “Well I am gonna take a shower and go to sleep. Night!” I waved at Peter as I walked away.
~Time skip to a week later at 3:00 am~~~
I woke up in pain. I looked at the clock. 3am. My ankle was hurting, but I wanted sleep. I tried to sleep, but couldn't. I stepped out of bed and winced as I landed on my foot. I walked in the kitchen to get something to drink.
I grabbed some water and sat on the counter. I sat there for a little awhile with my water.
“Hey,” I heard a voice say. I looked up to see Logan. “Why are you up so early?” I asked. “I couldn't sleep. What about you?” He asked. He was grabbing some food. “I don’t know. I just couldn’t sleep,” I lied. Logan looked at me and rolled his eyes.
“Maybe you should get your foot checked out. It looks pretty swollen,” Logan says. I just laughed, “I’m fine.” Logan grumbled something I didn’t hear. I walked away back to my room.
I didn’t get any sleep last night. Anyways I got dressed and ready. I went to Charles’ room for class. I wobbled over to my seat next to where Jean was sitting.
Jean looked down at my foot and cringed. “It can’t be that bad,” I muttered. During Charles’ class he kept looking at my foot that was now purple and black. Charles’ class was pretty boring.
Jean snuck into my head. ‘You should probably get that looked at,’ she said. Jean looked concerned. ‘It will be fine. It doesn’t even hurt!’ I thought. In reality my foot was throbbing. I was in so much pain. I knew we were having another mission soon so I didn’t need to be injured.
The bell soon rang. “Everyone is dismissed, but Y/N stay here for a second,” Charles said. Some people went ‘oooh.’ I just rolled my eyes. I limped over to the professor. “You needed me?” I asked. “What did you do to your foot?!?” He basically yelled.
“I’m fine. I guess I just stepped on it wrong,” I shrugged. “How would you step on it wrong and it looks like you twisted it?” He asked. “Well I don’t know,” I just shrugged. The professor just sighed, “By the end of the day I want you to have seen Hank.” I just nodded.
I left and hurried to my next class. “You’re late,” the teacher grumbled. I just rolled my eyes. I sat down in the only seat. I was in front of Warren and beside Kurt and Scott. We had been doing a group project so we all sat by each other.
“Continue your project. If you have any questions just ask me,” the teacher said. Warren turned to me and made a disgusted face. “What do I look that bad?” I laughed. Warren looked shocked, “What the hell happened?!?” “I fell on it wrong,” I said calmly.
We continued to do our project. Well not Scott. We almost finished it, but the bell rang. “Will you go check that out?” Kurt asked me while pointing at my foot. I nodded.
I made my way to Hank's office. I sat down on a chair and waited. I picked up my foot and took off my shoe. The bruise was bigger from when I last looked. The bruise was red, purple, and black.
Hank came in and smiled, “Thank god I thought you were gonna die.”
Timeskip after a couple of test reader does…
“So you twisted and you should probably take a rest from it for about 2 weeks-” “What! I can’t wait that long!” I interrupted. “I’m sorry, but the team will have to deal with you being away for a while.” Hank had given me crutches.
I went to the living room and just sat on the couch waiting for the rest of the team. They all eventually got there.
“So you twisted your ankle?” Warren asked. I nodded. “I told you should have gotten it checked,” Jean sighed. I just laughed. Maybe my recovery wouldn't be that miserable.