#torn acl

LA Sparks forward Cameron Brink says she is planning to make her season debut Tuesday vs. the Aces, per @johnwdavis.

Tracy Akers is a warrior. An osteosarcoma survivor, she lost her left leg above the knee but never her spirit. She’s always been strong, vibrant, and full of life.

A division 1 basketball star, with crushed dreams even after beating this disease, shattered after a torn ACL. Here we are with a broken prosthesis, mounting new medical complications, and a 15-year-old wheelchair that barely functions—life has become overwhelming. The bills never stop, the equipment she relies on is failing, and she’s struggling to stay above water.

Tracy has given so much to the people around her. Her resilience and energy have inspired everyone lucky enough to know her. Now she needs us.

Let’s help her reclaim her independence. Let’s help her live again.

Please donate or share if you can. Every bit helps, even if it’s just a dollar - to revive the beautiful spirit we all love.

If you cannot donate, I ask you to share her story. She deserves so much and has fought so hard and I refuse to let or watch her sink. I want to see her smiling and on her feet again. Anyone that really knows her and loves her, wants the same.

“my angel” — leandro trossard.

summary you just got a season-ending injury and have no one else to call but him . . .

🪽 fc: angel reese <3

🪽 wc: ≈400 words

🪽 trigger warnings: none? not ‘y/n’ / is named angel. still referred to as ‘you.’

🪽 yap yap yap! wrote this for funsies and because my best friend loves trossard dearly and was upset that there’s only ONE fic of him on here. also angel is my baby and im so upset that she’s gonna be out for the rest of the season :(

You were feeling discomfort in your leg during the pre-game practice with your basketball team, but your coach brushed it off as a result of your hard work lately. So when you were on the floor towards the end of the game writhing in pain, you knew it had something to do with the discomfort earlier.

An ACL tear is what it was. You were rushed to the emergency room with your assistant coach and hit with the news. You weren’t gonna be playing for about a year. It felt like your career was over before it had even started.

You were home now, sitting in bed in a flood of your own tears. You’d been living alone for six months now, as you and your ex-boyfriend Leandro Trossard were now separated. It hurt sometimes, how your once lively home was now quiet and empty. With the knowledge of your injury and now the pain of remembering your past relationship, your tears were coming down much faster now. You just needed someone. You didn’t even expect him to answer.

“Angel?”

You missed his voice so much and still felt butterflies whenever you heard him or his name.

“I’m sorry for calling I… I just needed you.” You responded, tears falling from your face again.

“Don’t be sorry…” He comforted with a sigh. “Are you home?”

“Mhm,” you mumbled, wiping tears.

“I’m on my way.”

As he held you in his arms, Leandro listened to as you rambled and explained the situation to him.

“My poor angel…” He ran his fingers through your hair as you cried. He called you that all the time, like it wasn’t already your name. It wasn’t just ‘angel’; It was his angel.

The two of you hadn’t been together like this in months, but it felt right. You couldn’t even remember why you had broken up, not when you were so comfortable like this.

“Leo?” You managed to choke out, wiping your face.

“Hmm?” He responded softly, still holding onto you tightly.

“I wish I never left you.”

He was silent for a moment, before he sighed. “Me too, Angel. Me too.” Leandro continued with hope in his eyes and his voice, “It doesn’t hurt to try again.”

When your anxiety convinces you that it’s been so long something must have gone wrong but you can’t check if something’s gone wrong cause if it has then the people who could tell you something’s gone wrong would need space 😩😭💔