Injury

                                    

                                          
The show is going great! I’ve loved country music for as long as I can remember and Hunter Hayes has recently become my favorite. I’ve watched all the FTLOMS, followed him on Twitter and Facebook and Instagram, and I subscribed to his YouTube. I’m not a creep or stalk him or anything, but I do love watching interviews of him and listening to his music. Cute pictures of him also make my day all the time. So, yes, I am a hayniac. Right now Hunter is up on stage, running around as he’s shredding on his guitar. The lights go crazy. The crowd goes crazy. EVERYTHING IS CRAZY! It’s at the very end of the song, so Hunter jumps p on a ramp and starts to really play his electric guitar hard. I see sweat glistening off his forehead. At the last moment of the song, he leaps onto the stage to make a cool effect and strum the guitar one last time, but he ends up falling awkwardly and painfully. It looks like he fell on his ankle wrong, but I could be wrong. I mean, the lights were kind of blinding.
                          
Hunter, who is now sitting up right on stage, is laughing as he looks out at the crowd. He turns his head and says something to his band, still laughing. The crowd laughs, including me. Hunter is so clumsy sometimes.
                          
He stands, but when he puts weight on his right ankle, he winces and goes back to leaning onto his left leg. He motions to someone behind the stage and a crew member dashes out quickly. They set down a stool and Hunter thanks them before sitting down, the crew member disappearing. Hunter leans forward so he can talk into the microphone attached to the mic stand.
                          
“Wow, sorry about that,” Hunter laughs. His eyes scan the entire audience. I swear, when his eyes find mine, he blushes a little. He quickly looks away. “How about a slower song?” The crowd roars. “This is called Tell Me.”
                          
After the show, I hurry to go backstage to the meet and greet. (A/N: I’ve never been to a meet and greet, so I’m just going to wing this). They have a few tables set up with chairs. People already occupy the seats at the tables, so I just stand at the back, excited. Even though I don’t have a seat, this is my very first (and most likely my last) Hunter Hayes meet and greet, so I’m going to enjoy this the best that I can. 
                          
Hunter walks out from behind a door. I clap along with everyone else in the room. I notice as Hunter’s walking to the front of the room that he’s limping a little. He also seems to be in pain, but he’s covering it up with a bright smile as he waves to everyone. His eyes find mine again. He grins at me. I grin back.
                          
THIS IS GREAT.
                          
Hunter takes a seat at the front on a stool. “So, how’d y’all like the show?”
                          
As time goes by, Hunter asks up questions, and we ask him questions. We eventually get to the topic of him being single, and he is. One girl immediately rose her hand and said that she’s single too, which caused everyone to crack up laughing. 
                          
Finally, at the end when we got to meet Hunter one on one, I walked over to the line. I was dead last, but hey, that means I get to see him longer. I watch him as I stand in line alone, but I make sure that I don’t seem creepy. Plus, he’s so busy meeting everyone, so I bet he wouldn’t even notice if I was full-on staring at him creepily.
                          
When it’s finally my turn, Hunter greets me with a wide grin. He still looks like he’s in pain. “Hi! What’s your name?”
                          
“(Y/N),” I say, then ask, “Are you okay?”
                          
Hunter’s smile widens. “Yeah, terrific! How are you?”
                          
“I’m great,” I answer. “But are you sure that you’re okay? It looks like you hurt your ankle on stage or something.”
                          
Hunter’s smile falters. “Was it that noticeable?”
                          
I shrug. “Only to people who were paying attention.” I then add, “I’m majoring in the medical field down at (insert medical college that’s really really good), I know it sounds a little weird, but maybe I could take a look at your ankle. It could save you a trip to the hospital if everything’s perfectly fine.”
                          
Hunter nods, smiling again. “Sure, that’s very nice of you.” Hunter rolls up the very bottom of his jeans so I can get a look at his ankle. Sure enough, it’s swollen and has a big bruise forming around it already. The bruise is a mixture of yellows, blues, and greens. It’s a nasty bruise.
                          
“Wow, you severely rolled it, I’d say. And if not that, then I’d probably say that you could’ve fractured it a bit. I recommend a trip to the hospital. Also, try to keep your weight off of it; crutches and staying seating is advised.”
                          
Hunter’s positive attitude deflates. “Shoot, I have a show next week.” He runs his hand through his hair. “I guess I’ll have to be sitting the entire time.” He flashes me a quick smile. “Thank you, by the way.”
                          
“No problem. I hope you get better soon. The show was awesome, I hope I get to come to another one sometime.” 
                          
“Yeah, me too. I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He blushes and scratched the back of his head. “Hey, you don’t happen to mind if I asked for your number, do you?”
                          
I freeze. Hunter Hayes wants my number?! WHAT?! “Uh…. sorry, yeah, yeah. I mean, no, I don’t mind. Sure.” I can’t stop grinning.
                          
Hunter is the same way. “Okay.”
                          
“Okay.”
                          
A/N: OKAY THAT WAS REALLY BAD BUT OH WELL. Also, I just HAD to put in the TFIOS reference in there :)