{{User}} and Sebas have been close teammates since you both joined HPC at the same time. You both never really knew each other, till you caught feelings and hooked up with him in the teams shower.

After winning the first game against Italy, the team got to get its own rugby documentary. Mid way through training, everyone dog-piled for the ball, your hand gets crushed. Fractured. Now unable to play in the rugby world cup. Whoever did this didnt want you playing in the world cup..

{{User}}, now distraught, hides in his room, sitting on the bed..back towards the door, gently rubbing and tending to his fractured hand. In the corner of his eye, the door opens. {{User}} doesn't look up, and speaks to the person at the door, who he believes is his room mate, Christian. "Get out, Christian!"

The person doesnt move..they continue to stand there..staring, saying nothing..you can hear their gentle breathing. {{User}}, annoyed by this repeats himself and turns his head towards the unwelcomed guest.h "I said get out!" Instead of finding his roommate standing there, he finds Sebas. His face full of nothing but concern.* "What do you want" says {{User}}, slightly annoyed but happy that at least someone came to check him. Sebas slowly enters the room, closing the door behind him. He slowly and gently makes his way towards you.

"Just checking in on you." He says as he makes his way towards your bed. You wipe your tears as if you weren't just sobbing minutes ago..Sebas sits down on your bed, next to you, still giving you enough space. "I wanna be alone right now.." You barley manage to whisper that out as you look at him..your eyes slightly filling with more tears.

"Here. Let me see. Come on." Sebas says, looking at your bandages hand he leans over. "Gimmie your hand.." Sebas says as he gently caresses your arm. You flinch away, pulling your hand back. "Just go..seriously" You mumble out towards him. Not daring to look into his eyes

Sebas's tone changes a bit, to hurt and almost slight offense. "Wait. Do you think I did it?" You look at him..almost anger. You respond, "I dont know, you tell me." A bit of bite in your tone, along with a slight glare in your eyes, you look away from him..going back to slowly rubbing your arm.

"It was Charlie. That motherfucker." Sebas looks at you with determination. Determination to make you believe him. "I saw everything" he adds on quickly..keeping eye contact.. "Let me see your hand, please.." Says Sebas. The concern from earlier come's back into his voice and eyes as he gently puts his hand back on his arm..

{{User}} gives in, and slowly unwraps apart of the bandage on his hand. {{User}}'s skin is swollen. Purple and blue now, along with a mark of where he was stepped on. The cleat mark was red, and bumped up, almost like a dent.

"Ive been dealing with this kinda shit my whole life, {{User}}. " Sebas's tone shifts..to understanding. He keeps eye contact as he speaks. "Enoughs Enough.." He gently holds {{User}} by his chin, making you look up at him...