Ahhhh first one-shot and first request! 

This one is from the one and only Sparkler2020

For Matt: can you do one where he breaks his foot in a lacrosse game?

I do not deserve to have Ari read my book since girl, you make me laugh all the time with your comments and just in general. I'm honoured. 

Anyway, I do not know anything about lacrosse apart from the fact that I had lightsaber fights with the sticks in the five weeks of playing it for school.

Tw: hospitals, crying, vomit, mother Nick
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13-13 

That was the score leading into the final minute of the grand final. 

The defence was brutal, with sticks flying everywhere, and the ball airborne more than it should have been. 

Everyone wanted this final point. 

Chris and Matt were hungry for it. Starving actually. Like they hadn't eaten for four weeks.

Nick felt like a cheerleader on the sidelines. Having no idea what the fuck was going on but he was still screaming and was assured he was going to have no voice the next day. 

Matt's opponent was hot on his heels, trying to intercept the ball without concussing Matt cause he did not want to be banned for Lacrosse next year. How else was he going to get a scholarship? 

Matt kept running, seeing Chris with the ball in his crosse, his head moving rapidly, trying to find someone to pass the ball to. 

"Chris!" Matt called out, finding a clearing in the hurricane of boys. His opponent was a good five meters away, meaning unless he was Usain Bolt, Matt was safe. 

Chris chucked the ball, it was the perfect throw. 

Matt caught it, and then he bolted. Like the road runner from Loony Tunes. 

The goal was in his eye line, he just had to toss it in there. Easy right?

Wrong. 

Turns out his opponent is Usain Bolt cause he was right there, chasing down Matt like prey. 

30 seconds to go. 

The opponent, had his lacrosse stuck to the side of him, running with it flinging around. It hit Matt multiple times but it didn't impact him.

Yet.

No one knows how Matt ended up lying on the floor, clutching his foot, tears blocked from falling down his face. 

Nick said that he saw Matt's opponent trip him and made Matt fly through the air, him banging his foot on the ground first. 

Chris said he saw the opponent hit Matt with the lacrosse stick, making him fall to the ground and bang his foot on the goal. 

"Shit" Matt cried softly to himself as he fell onto the ground. Pain skyrocketed through his left leg.

"Shit Matt bro, you good?" Chris ran over to Matt.

Matt nodded. It was an obvious lie but he didn't care. He wanted this win. No amount of pain could stop him.

Chris hoisted his brother up and Matt stood shakley on his two feet.

Shit fuck mother fucking fuck shit Ouch why does my foot hurt shit.

That's all that ran through Matt's mind as he was awarded a free shot at goal.

"Go, Matt!" Nick screamed from the sidelines.

"No pressure kid" Matt's opponent whispered as Matt took the shot.

The anticipation of everyone as the ball soared through the air into the goal was unmatched by the scream that was produced by everyone when the ball went into the goal.

14-13

The atmosphere was exhilarating.

It would have been if Matt's left foot wasn't burning like he had dipped it in a steaming volcano.

It happened all so quickly, Matt getting lifted into the air by his teammates. The awards ceremony, the crying from proud Nick who said he loved every minute of the game like he knew what was happening.

Matt was faking it till he made it on this one.

His left foot felt like it had a brick wall dancing in stilettos on top of it.

Driving was a new hell. Putting a sore foot on the gas to control the car was not Matt's ideal way to go home but he had no faith in Nick or Chris to drive them home without damaging anyone or anything

--

"I'm done" Chris flopped onto the couch with a crisp Pepsi in his hand.

"Do we have ice or peas or anything cold in the freezer?" Matt asked, searching through the fridge. He was in a flamingo pose realising he could not put any pressure on his foot. A subtle flamingo though because he didn't want anyone to worry.

"I don't think we even have water so give up on ice" Nick shouted out from across the room, he was dissolved in his phone.

"Oh," Matt said to himself before closing the fridge. "Well, I'm going to bed. Goodnight"

A chorus of goodnights came from the couch as Matt hobbled down his little hallway into his room. He looked into the laundry and saw all the clothes piling on top of each other.

They'd have to wait he thought to himself as he had another stab in pain rocket through his foot.

"Ah fuck" He hissed, hopping into his room and falling into a trust fall position on the bed.

He sat up and got ready to pull down his sock, ready to see hopefully a sprained ankle or a bruise.

He did not expect vomit-green bruises to line the edge of his foot and some purple ones to live atop it.

"Nick. I need you like right now" He called out, panic surging.

The echoes of Nick's footsteps came closer until eventually, Nick appeared at the doorway. "Yes your royal highness"

Matt signalled his head to his foot.

Nick gagged at the sight. "Chris come here"

A tear ran down Matt's cheek. "It hurts Nick. Like, really hurts. I can't stand up"

Nick went over to Matt and hugged him, narrowly avoiding the sight of his foot. Chris walked into the room, Pepsi in hand. "You called?"

"Look at Matt's foot" Nick directed, pointing at his now crying brother's foot.

Chris didn't gag but was grossed out by the sight and he wasn't afraid to show it. "Ew, what the fuck, did you smear dogshit on yourself or something?"

Nick glared at Chris disapprovingly. "Matt Bub, we need to get that checked out now. It could be broken"

That made Matt cry more. "No. No doctors" He whimpered.

Chris let his impulsive thoughts win and touched his brother's bruise.

"OW FUCK CHRIS" Matt's blood-curdling scream rebounded off the walls. Nick recalled a dog bark in the distance. Maybe the neighbours. 

"Shh, shh Matt. Chris, what the fuck went through your non-existent brain?" Nick questioned his brother while Matt whimpered into his shoulder some more. 

"Sorry that I wanted to touch the gross but cool-looking bruise" Chris whined while putting his hands up in surrender. 

Matt started to try to get out of Nick's grip. "Nick move, I need to vomit" Matt muttered. 

"You need to plummet, what?" Nick repeated confused by his brother's incoherent mumbling. 

"I need to puke Nick" 

"You need to play the flute?" Nick joked, getting on Matt's nerves, it was quite funny in his eyes. 

Matt used his not-bruised foot to kick Nick, hard. 

"Ok ok sorry, go puke" Nick let go of Matt and Matt scruccied (Crawled) away into his bathroom, pain following him into the bathroom. 

"Does broken feet cause nausea, you should google that?" Chris asked, seeing Matt go into the bathroom. Chris then got up to go help Matt since he was probably vomiting his organs out. 

-- 

Matt was in fact-clearing his organs of vomit. The sight of his foot was making him sick and he felt nervous about the thought of going to a hospital. 

He leaned over the toilet bowl and expelled his stomach contents, groaning in pain.

"Matty I'm here" Chris cooed, rubbing Matt's back.

Matt leaned into Chris as he finished vomiting. "It's the nerves don't worry" he whispered.

Chris nodded and picked up Matt, who was half asleep. Tired from the events days, and lay him in his bed.

Chris went over to Nick and whispered in his ear, "When he is asleep, we go to the hospital cause he has a broken foot most likely"

Nick gave him a subtle thumbs up.

--

"Fuck it, Chris, how hard is it to press on the gas?" Nick whispered and yelled from the back of the car. Matt was asleep on his lap.

They ended up finding a pack of frozen peas and had that masking taped to his foot. The triplets do their thing their way.

"I'm trying Nick. How the fuck does Matt drive this thing?"

Nick sighed. "I will call a fucking Uber if you don't start the car in the next twenty seconds.

Chris accepted the challenge and somehow started the car, reversing it out of the driveway.

Nick, being Nick was as paranoid as ever while they drove to the hospital.

"Slow down Chris"

"You turned too sharply"

"You're going three over the speed limit, we're gonna crash"

"Honk the horn or something to get this bitch to move his ass"

"Stop choosing a song and drive this mother fucking car"

Chris slammed the brakes as soon as he saw a free car spot at the hospital. He got out of the car and handed the keys over to Nick, as well as Matt's driver's license. "Save these for later"

--

Nick carried Matt into the emergency room, catching the receptionist's eyes as soon as she saw the bag of peas masking taped to Matt's foot.

She was confused until she saw two boys standing in front of her, one holding another boy.

"Hi, sweethearts. What seems to be the problem here?" The lady, with the name tag Sally, asked in a sweet tone. It was too sweet for nine o'clock at Nick in Nick's opinion.

"Yeah, our brother I think broke his foot" Chris explained, pointing to a sleeping Matt.

Sally walked over to Matt. "Which foot?"

"Left"

Sally nodded and pulled down Matt's sock. He grimaced at the sight. "A doctor will be with you shortly" she gulped, going back to the reception to help another patient.

--

A short time later a doctor walked out. "Matt Sturniolo?"

Matt woke at the voice of someone calling his name. "Huh," he looked around, trying to take in his surroundings.

Chris and Nick shared a look. "Oh fuck" Chris mouthed.

"Hi, Matt. I'm Doctor Frank, I'll be taking care of you today" Docter Frank waved at Nick.

Nick blinked confused at the doctor and pointed at Matt, "The one with the peas on his foot is Matt. I'm Nick"

"Oh. Sorry, Matt, come into my office" He waved him in.

"What the fuck. Why are there peas taped to my foot?" Matt said snarkily before using his brothers for support to get into the office.

"We had no ice" Chris told him. "Geez, do you have amnesia or something?"

Matt shrugged. "How would I remember?"

Chris pushed him into the doctor's office onto the bed.

"Fuck that hurt Chris" Matt cried out, getting comfy on the bed.

"Deal with it"

Docter Frank looked at the triplets and made a mental note to jump off a cliff once this was over. He didn't sign up to babysit three adults.

"What happened Matt?" The doctor asked.

"Hurt my left foot in lacrosse," Matt said dully. He did not want to be here.

Docter Frank went over and pulled his sock down. "Oh yeah. You hurt it alright. It's probably broken but an X-ray will confirm it"

"I don't think we need to confirm anything. Cast him up, give us the crutches and let us go home" Chris complained. He thought the hospital was a good idea but now he just wanted to go home and rest. He played lacrosse too. He wanted to sleep.

Doctor Frank laughed. "Now now Chris, we have to confirm how bad the break is to see if he needs surgery"

Matt's breathing picked up significantly.

"Calm down Matt. You aren't having surgery" Nick took a sharp turn to the doctor as he said that.

"Well we don't know that for"

The doctor was cut off by a sassy, bothered mother named Nick.

"Matt has anxiety and since you are a 'medical professional' I think you should deal with your patients in ways that won't kill them due to a panic attack. Exhibit A Matt over here. So we will not be having surgery. Can we do this x-ray already? What's the fucking hold up?"

After a lot of bickering an X-ray later Matt was waiting for his cast to be placed on him. 

He had a small break in one of the foot bones which the author wasn't doing to use her operation ouch medical knowledge to figure out. So pretend we are in a doctor's show and we all know the bone that is broken ok. 

--

"I'm going to whack you with the crutches if yall piss me off" Matt challenged, eyeing off the crutches in the corner. He had ice on his foot now. 

"Not if I whack you first. Who is going to drive us around for the next six weeks though?" Chris questioned. 

Matt shrugged. "Not me" 

Nick gave him a dirty look, "Sherlock Holmes is sitting in the bed next to me Chris" The sarcasm laced his voice. 

It was Matt's turn to give Nick a dirty look but a doctor walked in with plaster for the cast preventing him from doing so. "Ok Matt, stay still, don't move. This might hurt" 

It hurt. Like hell. Matt was enjoying having the same material as his house walls were getting stuck onto his left foot. 

That was how Matt spent his Saturday night. Trying to maneuver crutches. Chris drove the triplets home, this time it was Matt's turn to yell at him. 

"Turn left not right. Don't you know your left and rights?" 

"Fuck Chris you're going to murder us!" 

"Left left left. Not right. Fuck" 

"Press the break!" 

"There is a stop sign. Stop?" 

"No, we aren't having Burger King"

"This song is shit" 

"TURN LEFT NOT RIGHT" 

"Nick I'm going to kill myself" 

-- 

Matt ended up being fine. Yeah, he struggled at the start but he was fine in the end. 

No one knows to this day about how he broke his foot though. 

Not even the author. 

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DONE AND DONE

I'm really proud of myself for this. It is the longest thing I have ever written without help or someone editing it. (Looks at Saiisha) 

This is not really edited but yeah.

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