Got a Boo Boo | Winny
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Football practice could be a draining affair. Well, it was mostly a draining affair. There was a lot of running around, there was kicking the ball around (and accidentally kicking people). There was just so much to every daily practice. And usually Wilbur was pretty good at avoiding scrapes and bruises, but it didn’t work like that all the time.
And definitely not when one of his teammates decided he was in a shit mood and took it out on everyone else. Wilbur was quick sure but no miracle worker. When Tom went to get the ball from Wilbur, he went in hard for a slide tackle. Wilbur went flying and hit the ground hard. Dickhead.
“Why the fuck’re you going so hard?” Wilbur whined, sitting up and wincing at the ache in his legs. He glanced down, and then he immediately found himself getting dizzy and had to look away instead. “Oh god oh god oh god. I’m bleeding!” “Geez, calm down Robinson. It’s just a scrape.” “No way, nuh uh. I’m dying.” Wilbur wouldn’t take anyone’s reassurances, immediately reaching for his phone and reaching out to his mum.
In all capital letters he sent the text ‘I’M DYING’ and then set his phone down and let himself lean against the grass. His mum would surely come and deal with the blood for him. Surely she would get his urgency. For now? Well Wilbur would not look down.