hiiiiii lovelies! im back with another request ! this is from lydraine

and ikik its another chris chappy.. wtv.

TW!!! mention of an ankle injury, crying/panic, MAJOR FLUFFFFFF
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On the final day of tour, Chris, Nick, and Matt were physically and mentally drained from months of travelling and meeting fans. So, whenever a not-so-good event occurred, it seemed to cause a much greater stir than it should have. Chris tended to get overly worked up and agitated, even if the issue was relatively minor or insignificant. It was as if every small hiccup in the daily routine had the potential to become a major disaster, and Chris was constantly on edge, waiting for the next shoe to drop. This heightened sense of anxiety and tension often made it difficult to maintain a sense of calm and rationality, which only served to exacerbate the situation. Like tonight.

Chris was on stage, playing basketball against Matt. The fans cheered loudly as Chris went for his final jump shot. He jumped as high as he could, swishing the ball into the net. As he soared through the air, he felt confident and alive. The wind rushing past him, the adrenaline pumping through his veins - it was an exhilarating feeling. But as Chris came down from his jump, his ankle twisted under him, and he landed hard on the ground. Pain shot through his body, and for a moment, he couldn't move. He thought everything was good just a second ago, but now he was left with a throbbing ankle. "Fuck!" he yelled in agony. Tears sprang to his eyes as his chest tightened with embarrassment.

Matt and Nick rushed toward the injured youngest and kneeled next to him. The curtains of the venue closed behind them, blocking the fans from seeing the commotion. "Chris, what hurts buddy?" Matt questioned.

"Why isn't he saying anything?"

"Chris?"

"Talk to me, sweetheart,"

Chris was lying flat on his back, chest rising and falling rapidly with every breath. "I- my ankle-" he mumbled, his hands covering his reddened face. "Everyone- away- go away!" he yelled, hyperventilating.

Nick was the first to react. "Everyone just take a step back!" he shouted over the commotion. "Chris, honey. Breathe, breathe," he said, trying to soothe Chris. "Can you try to sit up for me?"

Chris's bottom lip trembled as he sat up slowly, pain shooting through his ankle and down to his toes. "Nicky..." he sobbed, reaching for his brother. "It hurts!" he cried out, clearly panicking.

Matt scooted over beside his brother. "Hey, Chris? We're gonna go in a separate room, okay?" he said calmly, as he and Nick carried Chris into another room.

Chris was brought to a couch, and Nick and Matt gently laid him down. Chris sobbed as his ankle was slightly jolted. "You're hurting me!" he wept as he latched onto Matt, gripping his hoodie tightly. 

"Sorry! Sorry!" Matt grimaced. "Nick, go find some ice for me," he instructed, and Nick ran out of the room, in search to find his injured brother an ice pack. 

Chris was in pain, and when Chris was in pain, he got clingy. "Matty, please stay with me," he hiccuped. 

"I'm here, Chris. I'm right here," Matt sat next to him, wrapping his arms around his injured brother. Chris's head rested on Matt's shoulder, and Matt grabbed one of Chris's shaking hands and rubbed his thumb back and forth across the back of Chris's hand. (the thumb thingy)

Moments later, Nick came back to where Chris and Matt sat, an ice pack in his hand. "Here, I found this," Nick said, placing it on Chris's painful ankle. "15 minutes on, 15 minutes off." 

Chris nodded and wiped his runny nose with his sleeve. "Nicky? Matty? Are the- the fans angry with me? I didn't mean to get hurt-" Chris sobbed, burying his face in Nick's shoulder. 

"No, no Chris, sweetheart. They are not mad at you, okay?" Nick soothed. "Can you try to calm down for me, honey? Take a big, deep breath for me, okay?" 

"O-okay," Chris choked out another sob. 

"Okay, ready? In... and hold it! Good, and out." Nick said carefully. "Good job, Chrissy." 

"I'm so proud of you, Chris," Matt chimed in, rubbing Chris's chest. 

"Matty, I'm hot! It's itchy-" Chris began pulling at the neck of his shirt, wiping beads of sweat off of his forehead with his shaky hands. He squirmed around on the couch as he tried to cool off. 

"Okay, okay. Let's get this shirt off, okay?" Matt lifted the shirt off of Chris's sweating form. "There 'ya go. Better?" 

"I love you, Chrissy," Nick said. "You're okay. Your ankle is okay. It doesn't look too bad. How does it feel?" 

Chris inhaled another deep breath. "I don't know why I got so-so sad," Chris's face twisted into a contorted, pained expression, as his bottom lip quivered. He tried to hold back his tears, but they welled up in his eyes, and soon, fat drops spilled down his cheeks. His sobs were loud and guttural, as he erupted into an ugly-face cry, his entire body shaking with his emotions. 

"Oh, God! Chris, Chris! It's okay! It- you're okay!" Matt grabbed Chris's face with both of his hands, his fingers curving around Chris's jawline and cheeks as he leaned in. 

Matt gently lifted his hands and ran his fingers through Chris's hair, a familiar gesture that he often used to soothe Chris whenever he became too agitated or overwhelmed. The soft touch of his fingers against Chris's scalp seemed to have a calming effect, as Chris leaned into the touch and closed his eyes, taking deep breaths to steady himself. Nick squeezed Chris's hand in pulses. "Feel my hand, Chrissy? Just focus on that." he soothed. 

Chris's tears slowed down as he breathed deeply. "I-I'm okay, Nicky. I need to just sleep, I just wanna- can we cuddle?" Chris asked softly, looking up at Matt with unintentional puppy eyes, voice raspy from crying. 

"Yes, of course, bub." Matt snuggled close to his baby brother, as did Nick. The trio fell asleep on the couch together. 

The fans were super understanding about the situation, and the triplets rescheduled everything, but it all worked out in the end. It always does, doesn't it? 

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omg im falling asleep if there's any spelling mistakes ill fix it tmr

i love you all <333

- mia xoxo