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Every Step of the Way (Pablo Gavi X Barca! Reader)
Fandom: RPF/Miscellaneous
Requested: Nope, I'm testing it out. I've been a Barca fan since 2018, but never actually did anything with it lol. Also, I'm aware he doesn't speak English, but my Spanish is elementary level at best, so I'll stick to English with Spanish nicknames.
Warnings: ACL recovery discussed A LOT (I used my sister's experience with it so yeah)
Summary: What's worse than one ACL injury? Two ACL Injuries!
W.C. 2208
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Within 10 seconds, the lively stadium became silent. It was a freak accident, and it never should have happened. It was a normal game against Madrid, and she had already scored the point that took the Barcelona team ahead 2-1. Looking back, maybe it was ambitious to go for another goal so soon.
She remembered going for the kick but could not remember anything after that. Maybe she got hit by another player or maybe she twisted her leg wrong. All she knew was that it hurt like hell. It felt like her leg was on fire as she registered being carried off the field by the medical team.
In the locker room, she learned that she had torn her ACL. That was not something she needed to hear during the height of her career. Like her boyfriend, she was one of the youngest on the team and one of the most promising talents. And now, she had to come to terms with being benched for at least nine months.
The same week that she sustained the injury, she was already in surgery. It was a fast turnaround; she felt like she was getting whiplash. Everything during that week hand blurred together, and the next thing she knew, she was in their bed at her and Pablo's apartment with a metal knee brace. That's when it started to set in.
What if she could never get back to her normal? What if she could never play again? What if there are complications with her recovery? What if this...What if that...What if... What if...What if...
That's what Pablo walked in on; his girlfriend of two years was on the verge of a panic attack as she frantically pulled at the metal brace. She was crying and screaming that she was fine. She was just dreaming. She was not actually injured because it was all in her head.
Pablo ran forward, pulling her hands away from her knee quickly before she could do real damage. He held her hands as he watched her thrash around before finally settling down when she met his eyes. Her eyes were watery as she met his, trying to regain her sanity, until she was able to understand what he was saying.
"You're okay. You're going to be fine, mi vida (my life). I'm here to help you every step of the way. Wait, wrong choice of words." He was rambling, something he only did when he was extremely nervous. The thought made her smile a little as she squeezed his hands to get his attention. "How are you feeling now, mi amor(my love)?"
