closed starter for @diiatribes // caleb and bryson
caleb couldn’t shake his nerves, even when all he needed to focus on was the game at hand. ever since the night prior, he felt on edge and his chest ached. bryson probably hated him, he thought, for keeping the truth from him. and, he hated himself for it as well. still, for his team, he needed to focus. unfortunately, as he went to take a tight shot at the goal, he felt a body slam into him and his own body subsequently hit the harsh pole of the goal. immediately, he was being groped and hit at, his hands trying to push off whoever was coming at him. his nerves were turning into frustration, but he was always the type to refuse purposefully hitting others out on the ice despite being caught in the quickly developing pile of a fight. at one point, he felt his helmet slip halfway off his head and then a gloved fist make contact with his exposed nose. the pain was sharp and biting as he immediately started to bleed, his hand now coming up to cover and protect his injured nose. he looked up to catch the face of the owner of the hand, his shock overwhelming his pain as he saw bryson.
