SECRET HEART ❁ JACKSON FULLER

Golden-Toe Fuller ♛

"Don't freak him out." I laughed, washing the grapes in my bowl

"We have archrivals?" He asked, his voice moving to a slightly higher octave

"Never mind." I groaned, as he was clearly already affected

"Like Batman versus The Chronicle?" He asked

"Jackson, focus. This is the first time in two decades our school had the chance to make the state championships, and it's all because of you, my golden toed boy." Dj said

"You're going to freak him out." I reminded her in a song sing voice, as she just aimlessly waved her hand

"Oh, Wow. I hadn't thought of that. Yeah, it's all on me. Old golden toe." Jackson sighed getting up from his spot with a slight limp

"Jackson. Are you okay?" I asked, setting down my food

"Hey, hey, are you limping?" Dj asked

"Oh, I just twisted my foot at practice. It'll probably be fine." Jackson said, kissing my forehead as he stole my bowl of grapes

"Bitch." I mumbled, moving to go make another bowl

"Probably? Your entire brand depends on that foot. Without it, I will not get a seat at Dave and Busters." Max said, busying into the kitchen

"Yeah, let's just go ice this, let you get rest, and most of all get you away from your crazy family." I spoke up, grabbing both of our bowls and helping him up the stairs.

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Jackson was laying on the couch with his foot elevated, so Steve could look at it. I was sitting on the floor next to the couch, and Dj and Max were standing behind it.

"Give it to me straight, Doc. Do we have to put him down?" Max asked, making me snort.

Jackson looked at me with an annoyed expression

"Sorry." I said, smiling and squeezing his hand

"Do we have to cut it off and give him a wood foot?" Max asked, making me laugh, again

"I can't help it if he's gonna say stuff like that." I told Jackson, who was still glaring at me

"No, no. It's probably just a bruised muscle. The X rays don't show any fracture. He needs to rest and keep it elevated." Steve said

"One thing he does well is lie around with his feet up." Ramona groaned, "Wait. Ew, is that my pillow?"

"I'll give it back when I'm done." Jackson promised

"No, thanks. Just burn it." Ramona gagged

"Steve, can he play or not?" Dj asked, pointing to Jackson's foot

"He could be fine by game time." Steve shrugged

"Okay, Dr. Feelgood. So what's it gonna take to get "could be" to "should be" to "is"?" Max asked

"Max, I'm asking the questions. Steve, answer Max's question." Dj agreed

"When it comes to low impact soft-tissue injuries, it all depends on how Jackson's medial malleolus reacts to elevation and ice." Steve said

"Okay. Jackson, we're gonna trust Steve and hope for the best." Dj said

"Who knows what he just said? Oh, don't die on me. It's not your time." Max cried

"I mean come on." I laughed again, pointing at the young boy

"Max, chill out." Jackson said

"I'm not talking to you. I'm taking to the foot." Max waved off, hugging it close to himself