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RPF) Go for the Gold (A.K.A.)

Go for the Gold (Andrea Kimi Antonelli X Figure Skater! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/F2/F3

Requested: Yee

Warnings: Drugs (pain meds)

Summary: Silver will have to do until you can get back on the ice.

W.C. 1040

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As if finishing second in the Olympics wasn't a hard enough blow, you landed wrong during a practice jump and made a worse injury for yourself when you proceeded to compete on it. Yes, it wasn't your main jumping leg, but that did not mean you didn't stand on it during certain moves. And yes, silver was good, but when you set a world record in your program, maybe you set the expectations too high when you expected gold. Your teammate ended up getting gold.

You just got back to your apartment in Italy after a medical appointment. Of course, you tore your ACL. And to make matters, worse, your boyfriend was out for testing all week. That just added salt to the wound.

Your parent dropped you off after you assured them you would be fine as you hopped up the stairs with your crutches in hand. You would not be able to get in for surgery for at least a week, so you had to suffer in pain for the next few days until the doctor scheduled you.

You hobbled up to your door, trying to fish out your keys one-handed while simultaneously balancing on one leg. Usually, it would not be difficult, but you were still in pain and still felt the effects of the pain meds. It was a little harder than you remembered. You finally got your keys out, and of course, you dropped them.

"Can anything go my way for once?" You groaned to yourself as you tried to grab them. Just when you touched them, a hand came out to swipe them off the ground as another hand wrapped itself around your torso and pulled you toward the door that you just now noticed was open. You looked up at the person, dazed, to see Kimi holding you up. "When did youtube here?"

"Testing ended yesterday, I thought I texted you?" Kimi replied as he lifted you, grabbed your crutches, and carried you into the apartment. He carried you all the way to the common room where he set you on the sofa and handed you the remote. You took it from him with a glare as you pulled out your phone to show him no messages.

"Does it look like you texted me? No. You didn't," You snapped as you threw the remote to the side as you opted to stay on your phone. "Would've been nice to have you with me, but no, You were here chilling while I was getting drugged and x-rayed."

"I must've forgotten to send it," He muttered as he pulled out his own phone. Indeed, he did forget to hit send. He wanted to be upset at the attitude from you, but he's been with you long enough to know that when you get hurt, you get mad. It's never directly at him, moreso at yourself, but that did not mean it hurt any less. He knew the best way to go about this is to give you space for a while.

So he left you alone. As soon as you snapped at him, you felt bad, but you couldn't follow him because he left your crutches against the far wall. You had to just sit there in the hole you dug and wait for him to come back.

What felt like forever to you was more like an hour for Kimi. How did he know? Because he cooked you your favorite food (that he knew how to cook) as an apology. He went to hide away in the kitchen, so he could still keep an eye on you while also focusing on food. If you were still on the meds, you would be hungry after they wore off, he thought.

He was right because he peaked over to the common room when he heard rustling, and he saw you trying to stand up using the table. It was not nearly tall enough to provide adequate support, so you kept falling. He ran over to help support you, and you looked up at him with tears in your eyes when you noticed he was the one helping you.

"I'm sorry I'm being difficult, Kimi," You whispered as you leaned into his shoulder and cried. "It's just a lot, and I didn't plan on being injured, and I know I'm not the nicest when I'm injured, and I know I snapped at you-"

"And I know you're sorry, and you don't have to apologize," Kimi chuckled as he cut off your rambling. Every time you got hurt, you would apologize profusely every time you snapped, but it became something he would look forward to. It usually means the initial pissy mood was gone until the (inevitable) next injury. "I made your favorite to cheer you up a bit? Are you hungry?"

"Are you a mind reader?" You gasped as you snapped your head up to meet his eyes. "Did you know I was craving it?"

"I just know you like to eat it when you're feeling down," Kimi consoled as he helped you toward the kitchen island to sit. Then, he went around to plate up your food. "It's known to give you strength. Maybe enough to get you back on your feet sooner."

"Oh, I wish," You sighed as you began to eat the food. "This is amazing, Kimi! Who knew you could cook?"

"You've known I could cook for years since you taught me how to make it!" Kimi defended himself. "And what's with the 'I wish'? Something happened at the appointment?"

"Just that they can't get me in until next week at the earliest," You groaned as Kimi took his seat next to you. "Looks like you and I are gonna be attached, more than usual, for the foreseeable future. At least a week wait for the surgery, then a 9-month recovery period. Therapy won't start until at least a month post-op."

"And I'll be here the entire time," Kimi comforted as you leaned into his side. He left a kiss on the crown of your head before whispering, "Who knows? Maybe you'll get the gold next time. You'll come back stronger than ever. I think this is the start of your comeback story."

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