Swift
(I've decided that the character you play for Swift will play basketball for this chapter.)
Never before did I ever think I would know what a broken bone and a concussion felt like when they occurred at the same time. Trust me, it's fucking painful to even talk about.
It was a Saturday night game, one that I had been anticipating for the past three weeks. Swift made it known to me that during this time, I was paying more attention to practice than him. I found this cute and promised I would pay more attention to him when the game had passed.
I invited him to come watch, and he obliged, although I had to sneak him into the gym after school the day before the game so he could scope out a spot. And that made me all the more nervous. Not only would an entire court be watching me, but Swift would be too. I could feel the nerves building up.
To make a long story short, it was the middle of the game, and my team was winning. I was having trouble getting my teammates to notice me though. I was the shorest member of the team, since most of the girls were 5'9 or taller, and I stood at a measly 5'6.

After what seemed like hours of waiting for my teammates to pass me the ball, I finally got it and quickly made my way to the hoop. I could practically feel the breath of the opposing team as I dribbled and guarded the ball. Finally, I was within range of the hoop and jumped.

So did the opposing player right behind me.

As the ball was dunked into the hoop, everything seemed to go in slow motion. I felt a palm hit the side of my head as I dunked, and it collided with plastic backboard. But it didn't stop there. I ended up falling afterwards, and while the girl who hit my head landed on her feet, I landed on my arm.

Needless to say I blacked out due to the immense pain from having a concussion and a broken arm, and the last thing I remember seeing was the shocked, scared and worried face of Swift as he sat frozen on a hidden metal beam above me.

I woke up again to the sounds of soft snoring noises coming from what seemed to be next to me. I opened my eyes and noticed four things. One, my arm was in a cast. Two, a table sat at the foot of my bed, and it was crowded with get well cards. Three, a window was to my right, and it was really dark out, minus the bright building lights. And four, a figure sat next to my bed, sound asleep. I reached out and felt smooth, soft skin underneath my figertips. It was Swift. I smiled and gently pressed a kiss to his head before sitting back and shutting my eyes.

I felt his hand gently grasp mine a few seconds later, and he squeezed it tightly. I opened my eyes a little and saw him stand, then lean over me to gently kiss my head. "Please don't do that again," He whispered, and I nodded. "I'll try."

Rebel
Everything as of now really hurts, especially the giant gash on my leg and my possibly twisted ankle.

Let me explain. I had decided to go to my favorite Park one evening with Rebel. He was running late because of family issues, and I decided to go ahead without him. Without telling him. That was my first mistake.

I had already begun my trek on the cobblestone path that went around one section of the park, which had a hilly area and a small lake complete with ducks and other things. As I walked around it, I wondered if Rebel had put two and two together yet and figured out where I was. I hope he did...

Suddenly, I was brought back to reality from my thoughts when my foot seemed to catch on a stray root in the sidewalk. I fell over, which wouldn't have been so bad if I had fallen backwards. Instead, I fell forwards and rolled, beginning my descent down the hill I was on to the lake down below.

I felt something in my leg rip, but the pain must have been nullified from the sudden adrenaline. As I rolled, I tried to protect my head from anything that might be in the way of my downward descent. However, after about a minute, I felt myself falling into the shallows of the lake, and I unwrapped myself. I coughed out any inhaled water and crawled out of the shallows. I looked around, sighing in both relief and frustration at the sight of nobody around. The small amount of dignity I had left would be spared, but help was nowhere in sight. I tried to stand, but my ankle protested greatly. I barely made it to a bench about five feet away. I sat down, shivering, when the pain in my leg began.

The cool air mixed with the dirty water of the shallows created a sharp sting, and I felt the blood pouring into my socks. I took off my shoes and was about to inspect it when I heard a scared, angry and panicked voice call my name.

"(Y/N)?! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!"

Only one person I know with that voice. "Rebel?! I-I'm over here!" I called out, and I turned to watch him running down the hill.

"Sorry I'm late, I-...WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED!?" He began to yell again at the sight of my injured leg. He didn't wait for me to explain as he picked me up, running back to what I could only assume to be my apartment. He held onto me as he jumped and manuvered his way up the fire escape and to my window, which was luckily unlocked. He crawled inside and set me on the bed, propping my leg up with a chair. He then ran out, going to get the medical kit.

I explained everything to Rebel as he patched me up, but he only brooded. My ankle wasn't twisted, at least. The muscles were just pulled.

Rebel turned away from me, sitting on the chair with his back to me. I frowned and stood up, limping my way over to him and gently wrapping my arms aroun his torso. He took ahold of one of my hands and gav it a light squeeze. "Don't do that again, ya hear?" He scolded. I smiled and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Yes, mother hen." My reply was a glare and a soft kiss on the lips.

Ghost
Being shot is not as painless as people make it seem in the movies. It really fucking hurts.

Needless to say, I was being kidnapped. Ghost had an argument apparently with one of his brothers and couldn't meet me at the bus station after school. So, I went ahead and and made my way to the Subway, bumping into some shady dude on the way. I don't know why, but I sped up and quickly hurried to the usual Subway train I boarded when I saw him.

Little did I know that this guy had followed me, but when the Subway ride ended I finally noticed him. I quickly grabbed my phone from my pocket and made my way to the nearest female restroom. I was sure to text Ghost. Once I sent it, I barely made it to the restroom door when I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder. I whirled around and the guy suddenly had a gun held up to my nose. I was now quivering and ticking in fear. He suddenly had me in a headlock and I was screaming and kicking. I drew people's attention, but nobody could do anything since this guy had a hostage and a gun.

I was flailing around so much, he must have gotten fed up with me and shot me in the shoulder. I screamed in pain and my right arm went limp. I was crying as I was dragged out of the Subway station and into an abandoned alleyway. The guy threw me to the ground and went fo the buckle on his jeans when another gunshot rang out. I cried as I ticked violently, and I swore I was having a seizure. I felt arms wrap around me and I clutched onto my savior. I felt soft hands caress my back and my head, and Ghost began to rock me back and forth. "Shh...I'm here...Everything will be okay..." He whispered, and I sobbed violently in return. I thought I began to hear sirens, but Ghost picked me up and moved me to a different location.

After about three hours of Ghost calming me down, healing my wound, and calming me down some more, I was soon sitting on his lap in my apartment. Ghost was silent the entire time, and it unsettled me a little. I curled into his chest a little more, minding my injured arm, and he respnded by holding me closer. It was good to know that he was still there for me...

I perked my head up when he began to speak to me. "Don't scare me like that ever again..."

M.C.
Fuck life! It can go fuck itself in the fucking face!

Yes, I'm pissed and yes, I hate everything. Today was a shitty day. I had gone outside for once one Saturday afternoon, and as soon as I step out and begin walking to the park it starts to rain. No biggy, right? So I head to the nearest coffee shop, but they end up being closed. Great, now I'm wet and I can't have coffee. So I decide to go to my friend's house. Apparently, she just broke her arm due to a 'dunk-gone-wrong', and now her boyfriend is taking care of her. So now I'm wet, sad and lonely. But my day just gets worse. I fucking trip over a crack in the sidewalk and end up twisting my ankle. I growled in irritation and decided that I was just going to sit here, on my butt, and mope.

I sat there for about a few hours, shivering as the rain poured on me, and winced every now and then at my swollen ankle. When nighttime came around, I got a call from M.C. It finally stopped raining, so I pulled my phone from my pocket and answered. When I answered however, my mic was trashed and I could only speak to my boyfriend, not hear him.

"Come to 24th street. I'm the ony person here..." I said before hanging up. Not even ten minutes later and M.C.'s already running my way. He notices my twisted ankle and carefully picks me up. "C'mon, baby doll. Let's get you home," He said softly, and I didn't complain.

When we got back home, he helped me reset my ankle and bandage it up. My other leg had already healed about a month ago, so I was greatful for not having to use my crutches again.

M.C. and I cuddled until the early hours of the morning, where we spent the rest of the time just hugging and kissing. He finally began to lull me to sleep, and I smiled at his next words.

"Don't do that again..."