Part II
Jennie hated gestures.
She hated the very word.
Gestures were empty and meant nothing, they were a grand form of bullshitting.
She absolutely detested the get well cards that piled up on their kitchen table at home, just the day after her incident. The balloons that were dropped off to the house, the various care packages from some of her sponsors.
And oh, the calls.
The calls from friends, from rivals, from people in the league that she couldn't stand.
They were probably basking in the glory of it all, she could see it now.
Jennie Kim (QB) out indefinitely- Grounders fans reeling at the shocking injury.
Already, her social media was blowing up with comments upon comments, everybody and anybody deciding that now was the time to speak up and share their (unwarranted and unappreciated) opinions.
Now everybody was a doctor, and a physical therapist, and a damn psychic.
It was strange to see herself resenting the spotlight she was so accustomed to.
For the fifth time that morning, she shut her phone off with a click and tossed it onto the bed, staring at her leg, stiff in its cast.
Jisoo was fast asleep, having stayed up late to ensure Jennie's pain medications didn't make her sick.
She looked like an absolute angel, clutching a pillow close to her chest because she was too afraid of cuddling Jennie and kneeing her in the middle of the night.
Jennie sighed, feeling guilt as heavy as an anvil drop into the pit of her stomach. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand.
6:00 AM, sharp.
The drugs may have sedated her for most of yesterday, but she was determined not to allow it to be a setback. Slowly, she shuffled under the covers, grateful that Jisoo was a heavy sleeper.
It was a lot harder than she'd imagined; her leg was sore and stiff in its cast, and it was much heavier than she'd anticipated.
With a deep breath, she carefully tried to lift it out of the bed, turning her body so that she could set it down.
She eyed her wheelchair, where Jisoo had left it a few feet away.
She narrowed her eyes, and inwardly scoffed.
She didn't need a fucking wheelchair. She was Jennie Rubyjane Kim.
Gritting her teeth, she tried to stand, gripping the nightstand for support.
It was a poorly executed plan.
The nightstand rattled under her weight, and she let out a sharp yelp as a terrible pain shot through her leg, making her stumble backwards onto the bed.
Of course, Jisoo had shot awake, and was rubbing her eyes wildly as they adjusted to take in the sight of Jennie, wincing in bed.
"Jennie?!" Jisoo hissed, concern evident in her husky tone.
"I-" Jennie gasped, but Jisoo wasn't having it.
"It's six in the morning!" Jisoo's eyes narrowed. "Were you trying to walk on your own? Jennie Rubyjane, what the hell are you thinking?"
Jennie was silent, gripping her thigh in response, jaw tensed.
Jisoo recognized the look of frustration on her wife's face, and noticed her hot cheeks, burning red, and realized she was humiliated.
