ㅤ for once it wasn't bryce who had gone down hard during practice — USUALLY THANKS TO REGINA, but it wasn't like it was totally unwarrented — no, this time it was her best friend? girlfriend? boyfriend? partner - thing? ❝ pey?! ❞ she calls out, the sight of them hitting the grass has her taking her helmet off, dropping it — as well as her stick — onto the field as she runs over towards a down peyton. the treads on her cleats tearing through the grass in their wake.
ㅤ IT DOESN'T TAKE HER LONG, but eventually she's by their side, ❝ move, ❞ she says to their other teammates who were now crowding peyton. they looked alright, but it was enough impact to knock their helmet off, or they took it off ... she's not sure. to be fair, bryce was tunnel visioning hard. ❝ give them some space! ❞ soon they're backing off and it's just bryce looking down at peyton. HER FACE PROBABLY SPEAKS VOLUMES, because peyton responds.
██ @badbandits ( 💌 ) ﹕ ❝ i'm fine, just ... give me a minute. ❞
ㅤ THEY'RE RESPONSIVE! a breath that she wasn't aware that she'd been holding is exhaled and she brings her hand up to her chest to try to will the freakout to cease.
ㅤ it certainly takes a moment but when she gets everything regulated again, SHE'S ASKING THE REAL QUESTION, what had been burning at her mind since she saw peyton in the grass without her helmet on. ❝ did you take that off? ❞ being concussed wasn't something bryce wanted to joke about. at least not right now.
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