dolan twins imagines

sport injuries

ethan:

"what happened? are you okay?" you asked walking into ethan's room.

"oh hey babe," he said casually, he stood up from his bed, a purple cast on his hand.

"grayson told me you broke your finger," you sighed as he pulled you into a hug.

"yeah it's nothing. i actually thought it was pregnant, it didn't even hurt," ethan said laughing and you smiled.

"how did that even happen?" you asked.

"i'm not sure, maybe from playing basketball with grayson," he shrugged.

"at least it's not major," you said and ethan gasped slightly.

"not major? this is my right hand, i write with my right hand," ethan said causing you to laugh.

"well then deal with it," you said quoting him and he shook his head, walking away from you. he sat down on his bed and lightly pat the spot next him, telling you he wanted to cuddle.

grayson:

you were playing volleyball, you went to go hit the ball when your ankle snapped causing a pain to run through it. you let out a scream as tears found their way to your eyes.

grayson's eyes widened as he watched you fall to the floor. your teammates running to your side, grayson ran out of the bleachers with ethan and your parents, running to you as well. "what's wrong?" he asked.

"my ankle," you whispered.

he touched it and you let out a loud groan, "she needs to go to the hospital," your dad said and grayson nodded picking you up and rushing you to the car. grayson rode with you and your parents as ethan drove their car.

"it hurts so bad," you said, your eyes squeezing shut. "we're almost there," he whispered, holding your leg in his lap.