FOOTBALL IMAGINES

injured | pedri gonzalez

you knew as soon as the tackle happened that you were injured, immediately signalling to the bench that you needed to be subbed off. the pain in your ankle, where the opposition player hit, surged up the rest of your leg.

medics rushed onto the pitch to try and do as much as they possibly could to help ease the pain, but it really didn't do much, wincing as you stood, failing to apply much weight onto that leg at all.

once you were down the tunnel, after being applauded off the pitch, and gaining words of condolences from your manager and teammates, you were brought to the physio room. "the physio should be with you shortly, just make sure you keep your leg elevated for the time being," the medic, who had helped walk you off of the pitch, smiled at you before leaving the room.

you leaned down to touch your ankle slightly, already noticing the swelling, your skin tender from where the studs had been rammed into the side of your ankle. while waiting for the physio to arrive, you lay back, trying not to think too much about the excruciating pain rushing through your leg.

after a couple of minutes, there was a soft knock at the door, which you thought would be the physio finally arriving to give you treatment, but instead it was your boyfriend, pedri, who had been at the game supporting you.

"hey, i came down as soon as i could, you okay?" he closed the door behind him, making his way over to you to stand at your side.

"i'm fine, apart from the fact that i feel like my leg is about to drop off any second," you smile as much as your face will allow.

"yeah, it looked nasty from the stands," he says, examining your injury. "looks like a sprain to me."

"does it, doctor gonzalez?" you giggle.

he smiled at you, "i'm just saying, it looks like the couple i've had. and let's hope it is a sprain, you should only be out for a couple of weeks, then you'll be back playing in no time."

"can you check the score for me?" you asked, wanting to know how your teammates were getting on without you.

"it's still one nil, but it'd at least be two nil if you were still out on the pitch." ever since meeting pedri, he had always been the most supportive of your career, attending as many matches as he could, sporting your shirt proudly, always telling as many people as he could how much of a superstar he thought you were.

"don't be silly."

"no, i'm serious. you were having a really good game today, y/n. it's such a shame it ended the way it did," he said, just before the physio walked in to check you over.

"how's the pain?" the physio asked you, doing all the precautionary checks on your ankle before she started the proper examinations.

"not as bad as it was," you smile at pedri, because even though he'd only been in the room for five minutes with you, simply seeing his face seemed to take away some of your pain.