Chapter 11 Slipping and falling

                                    

                                          
Ian woke up whit his alarm, him turning it off whit his eyes still closed. He sighed before rubbing them, then he looked besides him, Shane looked confused so he whispered.
Ian: Oh sorry, you can keep sleeping I just have to feed my animals...- Shane groaned before turning his face into the pillow.
Shane: I'mma sleep a bit longer...- the older muttered, the smaller got some clothes before he walked to their wardrobe and went to the bathroom.  He got dressed whit a black hoodie and his jeans. He left the bedroom and went outside, not before putting on his work boots.
Ian liked to go out to check and feed the animals before breakfast, specially because he was the type of person that could not eat has soon has he woke up, always had been. He walked outside the barn, noticing how today was warmer then yesterday, has he made his way to the coop. When he was inside he saw a pleasant surprise, it being Shane, seating down on the ground, surrounded by the chicken petting the one in his lap. The younger chuckled, now the other noticing his presence.
Ian: Sonic really likes you.
Shane: You did not name a blue CHICKEN sonic.- he said getting up, has the other put the food on its place.
Ian: Hey man, Marnie thought it was funny.
Shane: That's more of a reason not to do it. She might be caring and a good cook but she does not have a good sense of humor.- the farmer turned back to him.
Ian: Have you spoken to her since...?
Shane: No.- he stated looking into the ground, Ian being quick to change subject.
Ian: So you ate breakfast?
Shane: Not yet, I don't know what you had and I didn't want to help myself... Besides I wanted to beat you here.- he stated smiling the other smiling back has they left the coop.
Ian: Well you did... But really, do help yourself to the food.
Shane: Listen I know that the winter is the worse season for famers and ranchers I don't want to overstep here... Marnie is always tight on money during the season.
Ian: Well, I was fortunate that last harvest was good, don't worry.
Shane: I'll try...- he said getting inside of the other's place, Ian closing the front door.
Ian: So tell me more about yourself.
Shane: Tell why you have these vials on the fridge.- he said from the kitchen, the other standing next to him- Testosterone?
Ian: I got a defecit.
Well I'm not lying... Just ommiting.
Shane: Really? Is that why you were bullied?
Ian: Yeah, you could say so. Now less me and more you.
Shane: Well besides the obvious, before I became the definition of a disaster, I used to play football. 
Ian: Why didn't you go pro?- he asked has he took a bite of his sandwich, Shane drinking his yogurt before speaking.
Shane: Career ending injury. Left a nasty scar too.- the older added has he lift up pants showing a scar that came from his ankle to his knee on his right leg.
Ian: How did it happen?
Shane: Well, the scar is from surgery, I had multiple factures so they just did this masterpiece... I broke my leg because I jumped off Marnie's roof. Got drunk and thought I was unbeatable... Besides someone encouraged me.
Ian: Yikes.
Shane: You know sometimes I still wonder how my life would be if I had continued that life... Maybe I would had been married by now... Even had kids...
Ian: Well you could've been famous but fame can also be lonely. Your life could be better or it could be much worse, no one will know.
Shane: I guess you're right...
Ian: Hey, how about we play a bit? We both have a free day and a lot of space.
Although there's other ways I much rather use my whole day... Alright Ian stop being a hoe.
Shane: Oh, no, no, I'm to rusty for that. 
Ian: C'mon have you forgotten how to run?
Shane: No I'm just older, it's stupid of me to spend the all day playing football.
Ian: And it wouldn't be if you were a professional player?- he critisised whit a blank stare, before having an excellent idea, smirking- Oh c'mon don't tell me you're afraid to loose... 
Shane: I'm not. 
Ian: Really? Cuz to me it sounds like you are.
Shane: That's it I'm kicking your ass.- he said before going to the door.
Ian ran upstairs and got the ball. They spent the day playing, laughing and unwinding. It was a great way to break the cycle. That's what Ian wanted after all. He wanted the other's cycle of self hatred to stop.
Shane: Hey Ian?- he asked getting the other's attention- If you win I'll go to therapy.
Ian: Shane I've been wining aren't you like supposed t- the other stopped noticing the other's plan. Shane wanted to go to therapy. Shane really did want to be better and he only needed a push. This was a major breakthrough. Ian felt proud of himself and even prouder of Shane. So he gave it his all. If Shane just needed a nudge on the right direction, he was going to give it. 
It was the final part of the game, they had the same points so it was the final one. Who did it, won. Ian ran aways whit the ball, yet bellow him wasn't the fluffy and soft snow, no, it was slippery ice. So, he lost balance, slipping down, his face hitting the ice. He stayed down, his face planted on the ice Shane approaching carefully.
Shane:Are you ok dude?- Ian rolled over, now laying on his back, his face was blood, mainly because of the blood coming from the other nose, that was now clearly broken.
Ian: God it hurts.- he said seating down, blood gashing down his mouth from his bit toungue. He was bleeding a lot.
Shane: Ok dude we need to go to the hospital asap.- he said getting up from the ground before helping the other up.
Ian: Yeah... I'm feelings off.- he said leaning against the older, has they slowly walked.
Shane: It's probably because of the amount of blood you are loosing...you're gonna be fine tho, although your nose will be crocked.
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