Spike crashed loudly through the doors of the hospital, searching desperately for his injured friend. "Pip!" He yelled, still frantically scanning the waiting room. Meanwhile, Applejack walked calmly through the doors and began to talk to the receptionist, medical papers in hand.

Nurse Sweetheart heard Spike’s panicked cries and approached him with a calm smile. “Follow me, Spike, I’ll take you to him.” Spike nodded and silently followed her into a treatment room, where Pipsqueak's arm was being casted. Pip seemed very calm now, but still a bit mad that he wouldn’t be able to do much for the foreseeable future. He sat on the edge of the bed, watching the nurse cast his arm.

He looked up from his broken arm at his friend, and began with a smile, "Oi, Spike. About time you got 'ere. You're gonna love the x-rays. They're gruesome as hell. It’s awesome"

Spike exhaled in relief. “Man, am I glad you’re alright. I thought they might have to amputate and you’d fulfil your childhood dream of becoming a pirate.”

Pip chuckled, “Bugger off, mate.”

Spike laughed before scanning the room. “Hey, where’s Mac?”

“He went to the vending machines to get some snacks for us.” Pip answered nonchalantly.

“Cool. Applejack is doing your paperwork right now, so once you finish getting casted and she finishes filling out the forms, we can drop you off at home, okay?”

Before Pip could voice a response, a bag of chips landed gently in his lap. He looked up to see Big Mac standing in the doorway, a plethora of snacks in his arms. “Ah saw all the paperwork AJ needs to fill out on my way to the vending machine. We might be here awhile, so Ah brought enough to last us an hour or two.”

“Ah, bollocks.” Pip groaned. He then laid back in the hospital bed he was sitting on before pulling his phone out of his pocket and putting his earbuds in his ears. He relaxed as he heard his favorite song begin to play. “Oh well, at least this bed is comfortable.”

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*Two hours later*

The trio of friends were back at Pip’s house, sitting in his living room, looking at Pip’s gnarly x-rays. As they had discovered earlier that day, Pipsqueak had a closed compound fracture in his lower arm, making the x-rays a worthy and gruesome trophy to show off to his friends.

“Damn!” Spike almost yelled in shock at the angle Pip’s arm was twisted at in the picture. “Dude, your arm is fucked!”

“Eeyup.” Mac quietly agreed.

“Thanks, Spike. I couldn’t fucking tell.” Pipsqueak said sarcastically, a blank look on his face, waving his casted arm in front of his friend’s face. “Doc told me I gotta wear this bloody thing for two whole months! My arm is gonna be like a wet noodle after I get it off.”

“Well, look on the bright side.” Spike began. “At least you’re gonna be better by the time football conditioning starts.”

“Yeah, but this arm won’t be any good for it.”

“You can work the muscle back before the season starts! Besides, all you need that arm for is catching, anyway. You’re a receiver, not a lineman, like Mac. And you can still work out with a broken arm, just no weights. You can still run and do sit ups and stuff like that. You could even do one-armed push-ups. I mean, it could’ve been worse. Be thankful you didn’t break a leg.” Spike said jokingly.

“Don’t jinx me now, mate.” Pip chuckled.

“Well,” Mac said, “We’ve got a few more hours till sundown, an’ Ah don’t wanna put you two through anything else today. So how’s ‘bout we just play some games for a while? Y’all can still play with the way that there cast is angled, Ah reckon.” Mac grinned, pointing to Pip’s casted arm.

“Oi, mate. I don’t even really need this arm to play a game with you two. I’ll wreck you in Colt of Duty with one hand!” Pip joked, laughing cheerily at his statement.

“Pfft,” Spike stifled a laugh, “try saying that after me and Mac beat you in a 2v1. You’re good, bro, but you’re not good enough to beat both of us.”

Big Mac spoke up, trying to explain to Spike that he’s never played a video game in his life, lest Pip and Spike start to place any bets on the match. “Uh, Spike-”

“Oh, is that a challenge, mate? Five bucks each says you blokes’ll eat my dust!” The Trottingham boy smirked.

“Wait, Ah can’t-”

“Deal!” Spike interrupted Big Mac, sealing their fate, and ensuring Pipsqueak a quick ten dollars.

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*Fifteen minutes later*

“Oh Yeah! Take that, ya scrubs!” Pipsqueak yelled, throwing his controller in triumph.

“I can’t believe we lost! 75 to 2!” Spike groaned in complaint.

Big Mac sat on the couch, eyes wide, completely motionless. “Ah didn’t even get to move once…” He then reached into his wallet and pulled out a five dollar bill, which he handed to Pip, still speechless.

“Well, what can I say, mates? Before I started working out with you two, I had a lot of free time.”

“Obviously!” Spike yelled in mild irritation before handing his friend five singles. “I can’t believe I made that bet with you. I forgot that you fucking no-lifed on video games before you joined the football team!”

“You mad, bro?” Pip asked spike, a large grin on his face.

“Just a little. That cash could’ve gotten me a sandwich for dinner on the way home.” Spike replied, still somewhat salty from his loss.

“Mate, you can grab food from my fridge before you leave. You know the house rules. Unless you’re gonna steal something, help yourself. Eat my food, play my games, use my gym, drop a deuce in my toilet, whatever you want, man.” Pip said with a smile to his friend.

Spike chuckled before fist bumping his friend and heading to the kitchen to fix himself a sandwich. Big Mac meanwhile, was still in disbelief at Pipsqueak’s level of skill at video games. “Ah didn’t even get to figure out how to shoot my gun… or jump… or run… or pause… only how to die…”

Author's Notes:

So yeah, this is pretty much just a short filler chapter. Sorry, my writer's block was acting up today! I Promise the next chapter will be much longer!

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Deuces, everyone!