❛  ‘ts not fucking grayson. ❜       he spat out as his anger subsided at the sight of the other slightly. he let out a soft breath before he shook his head.       ❛  coffee isn’t gonna do it for me. ❜       with an eyebrow raised, he looked at the other, sincerity and hope in his voice.       ❛  you wanna get out of here ? ❜       

“i caught that. you’d be in a different mood if it was.” he knew royal a little better since they had hung out. it was someone that annoyed him. “i have an idea who it is but it’s a touchy subject already so i won’t bring him up.” his face softened a little and he nodded, standing up from his spot at the table. “yeah, anywhere you want to go.” he said, smiling as he nodded to the door.

pausing for a moment as he stands up to fix his own shirt and take off his gloves, antonio shrugged. ‘’i may be young, but i know how to do my job. i’ll know the signs if you need any help, you can believe that.. and i have a brother who probably plays football. i’ve seen a few football players go down with hits and have concussions without  them even KNOWING. and don’t worry, i’ll be mindful of that.’’ he points at hudson for a moment before moving to turn away from him and head over to the coach to give the go-ahead. 

hudson couldn’t hide his annoyance very well and especially while there was still a game going on that he wasn’t part of. “i never said you didn’t know how to do your job. it was just a question.” hudson had an interest in sports medicine, that’s why it was his major but he wasn’t far enough into it yet. “do you? is he any good?” hudson shook his head, glancing back at the other male. “i get it. you’ve seen a lot. we don’t have to get that into it.” he bit his lip a little, hoping to get the okay to return to the field. “i don’t doubt that.” 

“Exactly. Everyone’s gonna like something that other’s don’t. That’s just how life is,” he shrugged. Callum crossed his arms across his chest and shook his head, “That’s completely not true. I didn’t check out your junk, so I’d say it’s a very fair argument,” he stated. Cal raised his eyebrows, “And before you go thinking I have a small dick because I can wear tight pants, there are ways of…hiding it.”

“that’s how life is going to stay. some people have better things than others. or so they think.” hudson couldn’t help but smile a bit. “i mean, you can if you want. no one is stopping you from doing it.” hudson stood up a bit taller, shrugging his shoulders slightly. “i never said that or assume. i mean, that’s unfair, right? assuming people that wear certain clothing are inadequate.” 

       ❛  why does everyone keep fucking asking me how he’s doing ? ❜       he groaned as he walked into the coffee shop across the street from the hospital talking to no one in particular. he’d made it all the way to the lobby before turning back. fuck that guy. he wanted nothing to do with him and he’d made that clear over the last eighteen years. he’s not my brother.     

“ask you how who’s doing?” hudson said from his seat at the coffee table near the door. the voice sounded familiar to him when he heard it. his head shook a little as he leaned back in his chair. hudson had spent the long weekend with his family then playing the final game of the season. he didn’t have time to keep up on other matters. “it can’t be grayson because you wouldn’t be so nonchalant about it.” 

‘‘hudson right? yeah, i can see you don’t need it. but its still part of MY JOB to check in on injuries like this.’‘ when seeing hudson had no sign of a concussion, antonio shut his flashlight off and put it back in his bag. ‘‘alright. you’re good, but if i see any signs show up late i’m coming back to check in on you. no fussing about it, okay?’‘ reaching for his bag again to pull out an icepack, he hands it to hudson with a nod.

“that’s my name, yeah. i understand that but i’ve been through this before and i’ll be fine. i’ll heal.” maybe not perfectly but he’d definitely heal. he blinked his eyes as the light went out before shaking his head. “how are you going to know if there are any signs?” he lifted his eyebrow at the other male. “fine, fine but just know that i hate medical attention.” taking the ice pack, he pressed it against his nose. it felt much better instantly with the coolness.

a gloved hand moves to scratch his own face as the other hand reaches for his little flashlight. ‘’look dude, you can keep telling me you’re fine but its protocol. humor me this one time, and let me finish my little procedure..’’ antonio trailed off, and brought the flashlight up. ‘’get ready–’’ he shines the flashlight in his eyes to see if he had any sign of a concussion. ‘’ tell me the date today, and tell me what team you’re playing.’’

hudson had been in fights and accidents throughout his life and he hated when people paid too much attention to him. he would heal. it would be fine. “i know that it’s protocol but i don’t need it.” he wasn’t a fan of people fussing over himself. just a month ago, he was close to this same situation. luckily his nose had been avoided. his eyes squinted at the light but moved them along as he was told. “it’s november 25th and we’re playing sierra college. i’m fine.” 

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“I guess that’s pretty fair. I just like clothes a lot,” he shrugged. Callum liked looking nice and keeping up with trends. It as fun for him and also got him lots of dates. He squinted his eyes and licked his lips, “I’m sorry, but did you just look at my crotch? Dude, not cool.” 

“to each their own, right? we all have our things that we love.” hudson’s was obviously sports and he never really cared about the clothing he wore. as long as it was clean. he couldn’t help but laugh a little as he was called out. a simple shrug left his shoulders as he moved his eyes back to the blonde’s face. “you can’t talk about it and not expect someone to check it out. i mean, that’s not fair.” 

“o-oh… me? you’re talking to me,” she murmured, her voice getting lower with nearly every word. she glanced at the male briefly with a small nod and forced smile. “yeah… i’m excited to get drunk and it’ll be the first day of my birth-month, so that’s fun too.” yes, she was the type to celebrate her birth-month. any excuse to guilt her friends into being nicer than normal toward her was a good idea to cleo. “plus, i was never really cared for college sports all that much, but i mean, it’s something to look forward too when you’re hungover. unless– unless you’re playing in it, then i suppose congratulations. 

“unless there’s another person behind you.” hudson shot up his eyebrow before shaking his head at the brunette. he knew who she was but he didn’t like to get caught up in the family rivalry. even if it was a mess. “birth month? that’s a little extra isn’t it.” hudson really only needed a day or two to celebrate his own but he knew some people made it into a spectacle. “what? that’s crazy. college sports are amazing and should be watched just as much as professional sports.” he shook his head. “i’m not going to play in it but it’s still a huge thing. sometimes even better than being drunk.” 

royal: hey, first game's on friday. i can hang after though?

“i guess during the holidays it just comes from more people, so it is a little different,” she let out a soft laugh. after years of practice she had gotten only marginally better at not letting the criticism bother her. “right, right. –– and there’s a whole committee that picks the bowls and the playoffs, correct? like they’re the ones who do all the rankings?”

“maybe that’s it but it seems like there’s more anger when more people are around. like they’re just waiting for that moment to piss everyone off.” he wasn’t sure. he tried to stay out of it but sometimes it had to be handled. “yeah, yeah, there’s a whole thing before the games are played because the seasons end in like a week then the bowls don’t begin until the end of december.” 

“okay, maybe i don’t want it be east coast cold. but i’d take pacific northwest cold. or just cold enough to feel like winter.” he really doesn’t know the first thing about sports, especially football. but it’s the attempt to get it that counts, right? “so…is it like the college football equivalent then?”

“if you wanted that, i’d probably be looking at you a little differently. i don’t think i could handle that kind of cold. it’s terrible. it’s like bitter cold. so i’ve heard.” he shivered a little, hugging his arms around his chest. he didn’t want to think of that. “kind of. that’s the championship game. this is more like the probowl. it still counts but it’s much more fun.”