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The first time you let yourself cry about it—really cry, not just a few silent tears swallowed in the dark—you were alone in the training room, knee wrapped in ice, watching your team warm up on the screen mounted in the corner. The sound was off, but you didn’t need it. You could hear it anyway. The sneaker squeaks, the ball hitting the floor, the echoes of laughter and easy, thoughtless movement. It was the sound of a world that had moved on without you.

And you hated that it hurt this much.

It had been almost a year. A year since your body betrayed you in front of thousands. Since your whole life had changed in a single wrong step, your knee buckling beneath you in a way it was never supposed to. A year since you lay on the court, gripping your leg with hands that shook, blinking up at the overhead lights while everything around you blurred into background noise. A year since you had to sit in that tiny, sterile room with a doctor who didn’t bother to soften the news: ACL tear. Surgery. Recovery. Long, slow, brutal.

And just like that, everything you had been working toward, everything you had been so sure was yours—the draft, the number one pick, the future you had mapped out for yourself since you first picked up a ball—was gone.

You tried to be okay about it. You told everyone you were okay about it.

But you weren’t.

Because now, every time you walked into that gym, it wasn’t the same. You weren’t the same. You felt it in the way people looked at you, in the way their eyes darted to your knee before meeting your face. In the way their encouragement sounded more like pity, their reassurances empty, weightless.

“You’ll be back,” they’d say, and maybe they believed it. Maybe they didn’t. It didn’t matter. Because you knew the truth. You weren’t the same player. You weren’t the same person.

And you had never felt more alone.

But if there was anyone who understood, it was Paige.

She never said much about it, but she didn’t have to. She had been through it too. She knew what it was like to go from untouchable to sidelined, to watch the game you loved move forward without you, to wonder if you’d ever be the same again.

And lately, she was the only person you could stand to be around.

You had been staring at your phone for so long that the screen dimmed, and for a moment, you just let it. You let the notification blur into the background, just another soft glow in the otherwise empty space of your mind. But the words were already burned into your vision. You could still see them, could still hear them.

ESPN: The new projected #1 pick in the 2025 WNBA Draft has been updated.

You hadn’t even opened the article. You didn’t need to. The bets had been completely off for you for a while now. They had kept your name there at first, had held onto you like a favorite whose odds just kept slipping, but eventually, reality set in. You were old news now. Another cautionary tale. A talent with a question mark hanging over her head.

And now, someone else was in your place.

You stared at the screen, willing yourself to feel something other than this heavy, creeping numbness. You should be angry. Should be heartbroken. Should be something.

But you just felt… gone. Like the piece of you that used to care had been hollowed out somewhere along the way.

A year ago, you had been untouchable. A sure thing. The future. The kind of player people built franchises around. And now? Now, there was a chance there was no draft for you at all.

Because the truth was, you weren’t healing fast enough. You had tried. God, you had tried. You had pushed your body past the point of exhaustion, past the pain, past the doubt. You had done every stretch, every exercise, followed every rehab plan like it was a religion. But the clock was still ticking. And if you didn’t get back soon, if you didn’t prove that you were still the player they had once fought over, then what?

Then no one would draft you.

Then it would all be over before it even began.

Your fingers tightened around your phone, stomach twisting into knots, the weight of it pressing against your chest, against your throat, until you felt like you might choke on it.

And then, suddenly, it was gone.

You blinked, hands grasping at empty air as Paige plucked the phone from your grip, her movements casual but firm, like she had seen this moment coming before you even did.

She didn’t say anything at first. Just held your phone in one hand, looking down at you with those sharp, knowing eyes, the ones that had always seen through you too easily.

“It’s nothing,” you muttered, shifting on the bench, trying to sound bored, like your world hadn’t just cracked open a little more. Like you weren’t barely holding it together.

Paige didn’t buy it. Of course she didn’t.

She turned your phone over in her palm, thoughtful, before slipping it into the pocket of her hoodie. “You don’t need to look at that.”

The damage was already done.

Your chest still felt tight, your stomach still sick, your mind still racing down the same dark paths it had been on since the moment you read that notification. Paige could take your phone away, but she couldn’t erase the words from your head, couldn’t make you unsee them, couldn’t stop the way your pulse was pounding in your ears, reminding you over and over of what you had lost.

Paige must have seen something shift in your face because she exhaled, long and slow, before sitting down beside you.

“You’re still in this,” she said after a moment, her voice quieter now, edged with something softer.

You laughed, but it didn’t sound like you. “Am I?”

She didn’t answer right away, just studied you like she was trying to figure out how far gone you really were, how much of you was still left.

And for the first time in a long time, you weren’t sure of the answer.

The locker room was dead silent. Everyone could feel the tension thick in the air, suffocating, pressing against their chests. No one wanted to look at you. No one wanted to be caught in the crossfire.

You sat there, jaw clenched so tight it ached, hands curled into fists on your knees, staring at the floor like if you looked anywhere else, the whole thing would snap you in half.

"You think this is easy for me?" Geno’s voice cut through the silence, sharp, impatient. "You think I enjoy calling you out like this? I don’t. But this attitude you’ve had? It’s not helping you. It’s not helping the team."

You felt your throat tighten, but you swallowed it down. You always swallowed it down.

Geno sighed, dragging a hand over his face before leveling you with that look, the one you’d seen him give so many players before. The one that usually meant tough love, a push in the right direction. The one that used to light a fire in you.

"You know what I’ve told you before," he continued, voice calmer now but still firm. "Half the battle is in the mentality. You can sit here and feel sorry for yourself, or you can prove to everyone that you’re still the player they think you are. It’s your choice."

That was it.

That was the moment you broke.

The moment you couldn’t keep it all bottled up anymore.

Because it wasn’t just about your mentality. It wasn’t just about your attitude. It was about how everything had been taken from you in one second, how you had clawed your way through recovery, how you had done everything right and it still wasn’t enough. It was about the way people talked about you now, like you were a what-could-have-been instead of a what-still-could-be. It was about the fact that you didn’t even know who you were anymore without basketball, and no one seemed to understand that.

Your voice shook when you spoke, but the words spilled out anyway, raw and desperate and unfiltered.

"Do you think I don’t know that? Do you think I don’t replay that moment every single night, over and over again in my head, trying to figure out how I got here?" You laughed, but it wasn’t funny. It was bitter, broken. "Do you think I don’t want to be out there? That I don’t want to be the player I was?"

Your eyes were burning now, but you refused to let the tears fall here. Not in front of him. Not in front of them.

"I’ve done everything I was supposed to do," you whispered, voice hoarse, barely holding it together. "And it’s still not enough."

No one said anything.

Not Geno. Not the team.

No one.

So you left.

You grabbed your stuff, shoved past the stunned silence, and walked out before anyone could stop you.

Paige was the only one who followed.

She didn’t call your name. Didn’t try to talk to you. Didn’t try to tell you it was okay, because she knew it wasn’t.

She caught up to you outside the gym, her footsteps quiet but steady, and the moment you turned to look at her, everything you had been holding in—the anger, the grief, the exhaustion—crashed into you all at once.

And without a single word, Paige wrapped her arms around you.

She hugged you tight, like she was holding you together, like she could feel the way you were unraveling, thread by thread. And for the first time in a long time, you let yourself cry. Really cry. Not just a few tears wiped away before anyone could see, but the kind of tears that shook your whole body, that made it hard to breathe, that carried everything you had been too afraid to say.

Paige didn’t let go.

Not when your shoulders trembled. Not when you gripped the back of her hoodie like a lifeline. Not when your sobs turned into ragged, uneven breaths.

And that night, she didn’t leave your side.

She didn’t say much. She didn’t need to.

She just stayed, close enough that you could hear her breathing, close enough that, for the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel completely alone.

Paige had always seen you as untouchable. As unstoppable.

Seeing you like this? Broken, vulnerable, hurting in a way that even she couldn’t fix?

That broke her, too.

You had always been the one. The kind of player people whispered about before you even stepped onto the court. The kind of talent that didn’t just demand attention but held it, bent the game around you like gravity. Paige had seen it from the first time she played with you, the way you moved, the way you thought the game three steps ahead of everyone else. You were special. And everybody knew it.

That was why, when it happened, it felt like the world had cracked open.

She remembered it too clearly. The sharp sound of your body hitting the floor, the way you clutched your knee, the way your face twisted in pain. She had never seen you like that before. Never seen you down and not bounce right back up.

At first, she thought—hoped—it was just something minor. A bad landing. A scare. You’d get up, you’d shake it off, and everything would go back to normal.

But you didn’t get up.

And when they helped you off the court, when she saw the way you wouldn’t even try to put weight on it, her stomach dropped.

Because she knew.

She knew before the MRI, before the press release, before the hushed conversations about recovery timelines and worst-case scenarios. She knew the second she saw your face.

And that night, when she found you sitting in the locker room long after everyone else had left, staring down at your knee like it wasn’t even yours anymore, she realized something else.

You weren’t just scared of being hurt. You were scared of what came next.

Paige understood that fear. She had lived it. She knew what it was like to sit on the sidelines and feel like the game was leaving you behind, like the thing that made you you was slipping further and further out of reach. She knew how isolating it was, how no amount of support or encouragement could touch the parts of you that ached the most.

But this was you. And in her mind, you had never been touchable, had never been stoppable. The idea of you being anything less than that—it wasn’t something she could wrap her head around.

So she had told herself, You’ll come back. You have to come back.

But months passed, and she watched the way you changed. The way your fire dimmed. The way you started retreating into yourself, isolating, pulling away from the team, from her.

The way your name slowly started disappearing from draft talks.

The way you looked at yourself like you weren’t sure you belonged here anymore.

And now, sitting beside you, holding you as you finally let yourself fall apart, she felt helpless.

Because this wasn’t a game she could win for you.

She could fight for you on the court. She could hit big shots, make big plays, try to keep the team moving forward. But she couldn’t fix this. She couldn’t make your knee heal faster. She couldn’t take away the doubt, the fear, the loss of everything you thought was certain.

She hated that.

She hated that all she could do was hold you, that all she could offer was her presence, her warmth, the steady rhythm of her breathing against yours.

But if this was all she could do, she would do it.

Because you weren’t alone.

And as long as she was here, as long as she had anything to give, she would make sure you never felt like you were.

--

It started with an alarm.

A shrill, relentless alarm at 5:30 AM. The kind that made you want to throw your phone across the room.

At first, you thought you had set it by accident. But then you heard the knocking.

No. Not knocking. Pounding.

You groaned, pulling your blanket over your head, willing whoever it was to just disappear.

No such luck.

"Get up," Paige’s voice rang through the door, clear, firm, unmovable.

You shut your eyes tighter. "Go away."

The door opened.

You peeked out from under the blanket just in time to see Paige standing in your doorway, arms crossed, dressed in workout gear like she had been up for hours.

You glared. "Do you not believe in knocking?"

"I knocked," she said, unimpressed. "Then you ignored me. Now get up."

You scoffed, rolling onto your side. "Not happening."

You should have known she wouldn’t just accept that.

Paige walked over, grabbed the edge of your blanket, and ripped it off you in one swift motion. Cold air hit your skin, and you practically yelped, curling into yourself.

"Jesus, Bueckers—"

"You can cuss me out later," she said. "Right now, we’re going to the gym."

You stared at her like she had lost her mind. "Paige, it’s five in the morning."

"Yeah, and you’ve got work to do," she shot back, unfazed. "Season starts in a few months. You wanna be ready or not?"

You hesitated.

Of course you wanted to be ready. Of course you wanted to get back to where you were before, to prove that you weren’t just some washed-up has-been before you even got the chance to be a someone.

But that want—that need—was buried under months of frustration, self-doubt, exhaustion. You had pushed yourself so hard for so long, and it still felt like you were running in place.

And now, here she was, asking you to choose again.

Paige must have seen the hesitation in your face, because her expression softened. She sat down on the edge of your bed, nudging your knee lightly.

"I know you’re tired," she said, quieter now, more serious. "I know this hasn’t been fair. But you’re too good to let this stop you. You know that."

You swallowed, looking away.

She sighed, leaning forward, elbows resting on her knees. "You’re not doing this alone," she continued. "I’m gonna be here every step of the way. If you have to push yourself, then I’ll push you. If you fall, I’ll catch you. But I’m not letting you give up on this. I won’t."

Something in your chest tightened.

Because she meant it. You could hear it in her voice, in the unwavering steadiness of it.

Paige had always believed in you. Even when you stopped believing in yourself.

And maybe—just maybe—that was enough to get you out of bed.

You exhaled through your nose, rubbing a hand down your face before finally, finally sitting up.

"Fine," you muttered. "But if I pass out halfway through, it’s on you."

Paige grinned, already victorious. "You’ll live."

And with that, she tossed you your sneakers, stood up, and waited—because she already knew you were going to follow.

The next couple of months were hell.

But not the kind of hell you had been drowning in for the past year. Not the slow-burning, isolating, empty kind of hell where every day bled into the next, where the weight of your own expectations crushed you before you even got out of bed.

No, this was different.

This was the kind of hell that left your muscles aching in the best way, your lungs burning as you pushed through another sprint, your hands gripping your knees as you bent over, gasping for breath, feeling alive again. The kind of hell that reminded you why you had ever loved this game in the first place.

And it was all because of Paige.

She didn’t go easy on you. If anything, she was worse than the trainers. She forced you out of bed before sunrise, dragged you through drills that made you want to collapse, and refused to let you quit.

"You’re too slow," she’d say, breathless, as you tried to keep up with her full-speed cuts. "Use your damn left hand," she’d scold when your layup was just a little too stiff. "Again." That was her favorite. No matter how many times you told her you were done, she’d look at you with that infuriating smirk and make you do it again.

And somehow… somehow, you needed it.

For the first time in forever, you felt like a player again. Like you were clawing your way back to the person you used to be. And with every day that passed, with every extra rep, every bead of sweat rolling down your spine, every time you beat Paige in a shooting drill and got to see the way she rolled her eyes, shoving your shoulder with a muttered, "Whatever, lucky shot,"—you started to believe, just a little, that maybe you still had a chance.

It was exhausting. It was painful. It was the hardest thing you had ever done.

And you had never felt more alive.

But then there was the other problem.

Because somewhere along the way, between the early morning workouts and the late-night film sessions, between the inside jokes and the way she always, always knew exactly what to say to get you out of your own head—something shifted.

You caught yourself watching her too long. Not just as a player, not just as the Paige Bueckers that the world knew. But as her. As the person who had seen you at your absolute lowest and refused to let you stay there.

As the person who had held you when you broke. Who had stayed up with you on the nights where the doubt crept in too deep, the one who knew, before you even said a word, exactly what you needed.

And it scared you.

Because Paige Bueckers wasn’t just some random person. She was your teammate. Your best friend. The person who had dedicated months of her life to making sure you didn’t give up on yourself.

And you couldn’t risk losing that.

So you ignored it. You ignored the way your heart picked up when she brushed against you. The way her hand lingered on your back whenever she guided you off the court. The way she looked at you sometimes, like she was trying to figure something out.

You ignored everything.

Because preseason was coming. And you weren’t where you needed to be yet.

You had made progress—real progress. You were moving better, sharper, stronger than you had in months. But you weren’t there yet. Not fully healed. Not fully you.

But baby steps, right?

You weren’t giving up. Not anymore. And maybe—just maybe—you weren’t as alone as you thought you were.

--

The gym was nearly empty when Paige found you.

Late night, lights dimmed, the faint echo of bouncing balls from the other side of the facility. You had just finished your last set of shooting drills, your knee wrapped tight, sweat dripping down your back, exhaustion clinging to your limbs. It was another long day of almost being back, almost being who you were before.

But almost wasn’t good enough. Not yet.

You heard the door open but didn’t look up. You knew who it was. Paige had a presence, an energy that filled the space before she even said anything.

"You really gotta stop sneaking in extra workouts," she called, footsteps slow as she crossed the court. "What if I tell Geno? He’ll make you sit out of practice for real this time."

You rolled your eyes, bending down to grab your water bottle. "You won’t tell Geno, because that would make you a snitch."

She scoffed. "I think it makes me a responsible teammate."

"You dragged me out of bed at five in the morning for conditioning all summer, but now you wanna be responsible?" You shot her a look. "Little hypocritical, don’t you think?"

Paige grinned, coming to a stop a few feet from you, spinning a ball lazily in her hands. "That’s different."

"How?"

"Because I was supervising. You out here by yourself?" She made a tsk sound, shaking her head dramatically. "Reckless. Careless. Dangerous, even."

You huffed a laugh, shaking your head. "Whatever."

Paige took a step closer, that knowing look in her eyes. "You know you don’t have to do this alone, right?"

Your grip tightened around your water bottle. It wasn’t the first time she had said something like that. And every time, it hit the same.

"I know," you muttered.

She studied you for a second, then nodded, spinning the ball again before flipping it toward you. You caught it out of reflex.

"One-on-one," she said casually, stretching her arms overhead. "First to five."

You narrowed your eyes. "You just had practice."

"So?" She smirked. "I still won’t go easy on you."

That shouldn’t have made your stomach flip, but it did.

You licked your lips, tossing the ball between your hands. "I won’t go easy on you, Bueckers."

Her smirk deepened. "Good."

And just like that, the banter faded into the familiar rhythm of competition—the kind where words weren’t needed, where the only thing that mattered was movement, instincts, the game itself.

But even as you tried to focus, as you tried to lock in, you couldn’t ignore the way Paige’s eyes lingered a little too long. The way her hands brushed against your waist when she reached for a steal. The way she grinned every time you scored, even though she hated losing.

The way the tension between you two had started feeling different.

And you weren’t sure what scared you more—losing the game, or what would happen if you stopped ignoring it.

--

The sun was starting to set as you and Paige walked back from physical therapy, the sky streaked with warm oranges and purples, the air crisp against your skin. Your knee was sore, but in the way it always was after PT—stiff, a little swollen, but manageable. You were used to it by now. What you weren’t used to was the fact that you didn’t hate these sessions anymore.

Not since Paige started showing up.

At first, you thought she was just being nice—checking in on you, keeping you accountable, making sure you weren’t wallowing in self-pity (even though you totally had been). But then, she started coming every time. She sat in the waiting room during your sessions, tapping her foot impatiently like she was the one getting worked on. She cracked dumb jokes when you winced through exercises, flipped through old magazines and read the worst horoscopes out loud just to make you laugh.

She was like your own personal emotional support dog. If emotional support dogs talked a lot.

And the thing was? She made you feel less bad about all of it.

The injury, the rehab, the endless cycle of progress and setbacks. It didn’t feel so heavy when she was there.

Now, as you walked side by side, your duffel slung over one shoulder, Paige stuffed her hands into the front pocket of her hoodie, gaze flicking toward you before settling on the sidewalk.

"You know, I’ve been here before," she said after a beat, her voice quieter than usual.

You frowned. "What do you mean?"

"This place," she nodded back toward the therapy clinic, her expression unreadable. "I came here after I tore my ACL. Same time, same days. Same routine."

You blinked. You knew about her injury, obviously—everyone did. But she had never really talked about it. Not like this.

"That was before I got here," she continued, exhaling, her breath visible in the cool evening air. "Before I really got back. And it sucked. So bad." She huffed a laugh, but it wasn’t really funny. "I don’t think people get how… alone it makes you feel. Everyone’s moving forward, the season keeps going, and you’re just stuck in the same place. Trying to convince yourself you’re still the player you were before."

Your stomach twisted at how familiar that sounded.

Paige kicked a loose pebble down the sidewalk. "I didn’t really have anyone who—like, I mean, I had people who cared, but no one who really got it. Not like this. I wanted someone to be there for me the way I’ve been here for you."

You stopped walking. Paige took a few more steps before realizing and turned to face you, her brows furrowing slightly.

"You never told me that," you said, voice softer than you meant it to be.

She shrugged, a little sheepish. "It wasn’t something I talked about much. Didn’t think it mattered."

"It does matter," you insisted.

Paige held your gaze for a second, something flickering behind her eyes. Then, she took a step closer.

"You know what else matters?" she asked, tilting her head slightly. "The fact that you were the only person who actually pushed me to get my ass back on the court."

You blinked. "What?"

She smiled, but it wasn’t teasing. It was real.

"You don’t remember?" She shook her head, laughing to herself. "I do. You were a freshman, and you wouldn’t shut up about how I needed to get back out there. You kept saying I was too good to waste it, that I had to stop feeling sorry for myself. It pissed me off so bad."

Your eyes widened. You… vaguely remembered that. You remembered standing outside the locker room, Paige still moving stiffly, not fully cleared yet, and you had said something—something blunt, something stubborn, something about how she was going to regret it for the rest of her life if she didn’t push through.

"You were annoying as hell," Paige added, smirking. "But you were right. I don’t know if I ever told you that."

You were still trying to wrap your head around it. You had no idea you’d made that much of an impact on her. That you had been the one to push her the way she had been pushing you now.

For a moment, you didn’t know what to say.

Then, finally, you huffed, shaking your head. "So… what you’re saying is, this is revenge?"

Paige snorted. "One hundred percent."

You both laughed, but beneath it, something else settled in your chest. Something warm.

She had been there before. She understood.

And maybe, just maybe, that meant you could come out on the other side of this too.

--

The doctor barely got the words out before Paige exploded.

"Let’s goooo!" she shouted, jumping up so fast her chair screeched against the floor. She clapped you on the back—hard, like she forgot her own strength—before pulling you into the tightest hug you’d ever been in.

You were still processing it. Cleared. Cleared. After nearly a year of waiting, of doubting, of pushing yourself until you couldn’t breathe, you were finally back.

You let out a breathless laugh, gripping the back of Paige’s hoodie as she squeezed you tighter. "You realize I’m the one who just got cleared, right? Why are you more excited than me?"

Paige pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes bright, that signature smirk tugging at her lips. "Because I knew this would happen," she said like it was obvious. "I told you. You’re too good not to come back. It was only a matter of time."

You swallowed hard, suddenly feeling warmer than you should’ve in an air-conditioned office. There was something about the way she was looking at you—like she had been waiting for this moment just as much as you had. Maybe more.

The doctor cleared his throat, clearly trying not to laugh. "Are you two done celebrating in my office, or do I need to step out and give you a minute?"

You and Paige both whipped around like guilty kids, muttering quick apologies, but the grin never left her face.

And it didn’t leave the rest of the day, either.

She refused to let you go home without celebrating. Took you straight to your favorite restaurant, ordered way too much food, and every time you even thought about checking your phone, she smacked your hand away.

"Tonight is not for film. Or texts. Or stressing," she said between bites of fries. "It’s for you. And me. And this delicious meal I just paid for."

"You literally stole my card to pay," you pointed out.

"Yeah, but I swiped it," she said smugly, sipping her drink. "Which means I paid. Which means you should be grateful."

You rolled your eyes, but your stomach flipped, and you weren’t entirely sure it was from the food.

Because here she was again. Paige Bueckers, making you feel like the most important person in the room.

And that feeling hadn’t gone away.

The first practice back, you were expecting a normal warm welcome. Some pats on the back, maybe a few sarcastic finallys thrown your way.

What you were not expecting was to walk into the locker room and see balloons tied to your chair, a giant cake sitting on the bench, and the entire team yelling, "She’s baaaaaaack!" the second you stepped inside.

You stopped in your tracks, wide-eyed. "What the—"

"Surprise!" Paige called, stepping forward with an exaggerated bow. "Courtesy of your personal hype woman."

You looked at her, then at the cake—white frosting, piped-on basketballs, and the words WELCOME BACK, SUPERSTAR in bright blue icing. You could tell she definitely decorated it herself, because one of the basketballs was slightly misshapen, and the lettering was just a little off-center.

Your chest felt tight, but in a good way. A way you didn’t quite know how to explain.

"You did this?" you asked, already knowing the answer.

Paige shrugged, but her grin was unmistakable. "Figured you deserved it."

The warmth in your chest spread.

"Alright, get over here and eat before I do it for you," she added, shoving a plastic fork into your hand.

The rest of the team dove into the cake, laughter filling the room as people threw icing at each other, teasing you about how they were gonna light your ass up in scrimmages.

And through it all, you kept sneaking glances at Paige.

Because this was the part that was messing with your head.

The way she always knew what you needed before you even said it. The way she was so damn proud of you, like this wasn’t just your win, but hers too. The way she looked at you sometimes, like you were the only person in the world that mattered.

And suddenly, you couldn’t keep pretending that your feelings for her were just friendly.

Because they weren’t. Not even close.

--

The second the buzzer sounded, the roar of the crowd barely had time to register before Paige was on you.

You didn’t even have time to celebrate properly, barely had time to process the fact that you had just played in your first official game back, before she grabbed you—hands firm on your waist, tugging you straight into her.

"You killed it," she practically breathed against your ear, voice thick with something deeper than excitement, something that sent a full-body chill down your spine.

You barely had time to respond before she pulled you closer, her arms locking around your back, holding you like she was afraid to let go. Her heart was pounding against yours, fast and erratic, and you swore she was holding on for longer than a normal post-game hug.

Not that you were complaining.

Your hands hesitated for only a second before finding their way to her back, gripping onto the fabric of her jersey, still warm from the game.

"You act like we just won a championship," you teased, but your voice came out softer than you meant it to.

She pulled back just enough to look at you, her hands sliding down to rest on your hips. "We won your first game back," she corrected, like that was the real victory.

And the way she was looking at you—the way her eyes were scanning your face like she wanted to memorize it, the way her fingers were still gripping onto you like she wasn’t ready to let go—made your stomach flip so hard you almost felt dizzy.

It was so obvious.

So obvious in the way she refused to move more than a step away from you during the entire post-game celebration, always lingering close, her hand brushing against yours, her shoulder bumping into you.

So obvious in the way she reached for you again when the cameras swarmed, her arm slung around your shoulders like it belonged there.

So obvious in the way she beamed every time she looked at you, like she was the proudest person in the damn world.

And it should have been overwhelming, should have felt like too much.

But it didn’t.

Because if you were being honest, you didn’t want her to let go either.

--

The ice cream shop was packed, buzzing with late-night energy—fans still wearing jerseys, kids on sugar highs, groups of students laughing loudly in the corner. The air smelled like waffle cones and melted chocolate, and the whole team was crammed into two booths, talking over each other, hyped from the win.

And through all of it, Paige wouldn’t leave your side.

She had slid into the seat next to you the second you got there, pressing close enough that her knee knocked against yours under the table. And she stayed there, so damn close, even when there was plenty of room to move.

Not that you minded.

She was warm, practically radiating heat against your side. Every time she laughed—really laughed, head tilting back just slightly—her shoulder bumped into yours. Every time she reached for her cup, her fingers brushed against your arm like she forgot how much space she was taking up.

Or maybe she just didn’t care.

"Alright, we’re making a bathroom run," one of your teammates announced, and the rest of them quickly followed, leaving you and Paige alone at the table.

The shop was still loud around you, but suddenly, everything between you two felt quiet.

You tapped your spoon absently against your cup, not looking at her. "You planning on sticking to me like glue all night?"

Paige scoffed, leaning back like she was just now realizing how close she was. But she didn’t move. "Psh. Please. If anything, you’ve been following me."

You raised a brow, finally meeting her gaze. "Oh yeah? That what you’re telling yourself?"

She smirked, like she had been waiting for this exact opening. "Well, you do like me, so."

Your spoon paused midair.

Your brain short-circuited.

She had said it so casually, like it wasn’t the biggest bomb she could have possibly dropped. Like it wasn’t the exact thing you had been trying not to admit to yourself for months.

You opened your mouth, then closed it. Blinked. "I—what?"

Paige just grinned, stirring her ice cream like she didn’t just say that. "Relax, it’s not that deep," she teased, but there was something lighter in her voice, something testing.

You swallowed. "So you’re just out here saying stuff?"

She shrugged, still grinning, but you could see the shift—the way she kept glancing at you, like she was trying to gauge your reaction. Like she was actually nervous.

You inhaled slowly. "Paige."

She finally stopped stirring her ice cream, finally let the teasing drop just a little.

"Okay," she said, quieter now, tapping her spoon against her cup. "Maybe it is a little deep."

The air between you shifted.

You could still hear the noise of the shop, the hum of conversations, the occasional burst of laughter from across the room. But none of it mattered. Not when Paige was sitting this close, looking at you like that.

Like she had been waiting.

Like she wasn’t scared of saying it anymore.

Your chest felt tight. "Oh."

Paige let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "Oh? That’s all you got?"

You swallowed again, your heart beating way too fast. "I mean—what do you want me to say?"

"I don’t know," she murmured, voice almost playful but not quite. "Maybe that you like me too?"

Your mouth felt dry.

Because you did.

Of course you did.

It had been obvious for so long, in the way your heart jumped every time she touched you, in the way you gravitated toward her like it was second nature. In the way she made the worst year of your life bearable just by being there.

So, really, what was stopping you?

You let out a breath, then shook your head, smirking just slightly. "You are so full of yourself."

Paige rolled her eyes but leaned in just a little closer. "Am I wrong, though?"

You huffed, pressing your lips together—trying to hold onto the last shred of self-control you had, but it was so hard when she was right there, when she was looking at you like she already knew she was right.

And then—

She reached out, fingers curling around your wrist, lightly, like she was giving you an out.

She didn’t need to.

You didn’t think. You just moved.

And before you could second-guess it, before you could talk yourself out of it—

You kissed her.

It was soft at first, tentative, like neither of you could believe it was actually happening. Like months of unspoken tension had suddenly snapped all at once.

But then Paige exhaled against your lips, like she had been holding it in for so long, and you felt her smile into the kiss before she kissed you again, deeper this time, her fingers tightening around your wrist, pulling you in.

You felt weightless.

Like everything—the injury, the doubt, the fear—had led to this.

And, for the first time in forever, you weren’t thinking about the past.

You weren’t thinking about the future.

You were just here, with Paige, and nothing had ever felt more right.

[prettygirl-gabi]

Title: No One Fights Alone

Pairing: Reader x Paige Bueckers x Aubrey Griffin

Fandom: UConn Women’s Basketball

Warnings: Injury, recovery struggles, emotional distress

Summary: A devastating ACL tear during the Final Four changes everything, but your never alone

I’ve been playing basketball long enough to know what an injury feels like. Twisted ankles, jammed fingers, a couple of bruised ribs—occupational hazards. But nothing could’ve prepared me for this.

One second, I was cutting toward the basket, the ball barely leaving my fingertips on a perfect pass. The next, I was on the ground, pain ripping through my knee like fire.

The arena went silent.

I knew it was bad before I even tried to move. The way my leg twisted underneath me, the way the impact rattled through my bones—I didn’t need to see the replay to know.

Then, before I could process anything else, two familiar voices cut through the chaos.

“Baby, don’t move—just breathe,” Paige’s voice was the first thing I focused on, steady but tight with panic.

Aubrey was right beside her, kneeling next to me, hands hovering over my leg like she wanted to fix it right then and there. “We got you, okay? Just stay still.”

I clenched my teeth, blinking against the bright overhead lights. My heartbeat roared in my ears, drowning out the murmurs from the crowd.

Someone—I think it was KK—was trying to wave off the cameras, but I knew they were on me. It was the Final Four. The whole damn world was watching.

I felt a hand slip into mine, squeezing tight. Paige. “You’re not alone,” she whispered, her voice cracking.

Aubrey, her free hand on my shoulder, nodded. “We’ve been here before. We’ll help you through it.”

I swallowed hard. If there was anyone who knew what I was feeling, it was them. Paige had gone through her knee rehabs. Aubrey had been through it too.

The trainer finally made it onto the court, but I barely registered what they were saying. All I knew was that I was being lifted, carried, and as the pain flared sharper, I squeezed my eyes shut and gripped their hands like a lifeline.

The days after the injury blurred together in a haze of pain meds; morphine and muscle relaxers to be exact, doctor visits, and an overwhelming sense of dread.

I cried when the MRI confirmed what I already knew. ACL tear. Surgery needed.

I cried when I saw my teammates leave for practice without me, leavening e in the PT room by myself.

I cried when I woke up in the middle of the night, my knee throbbing, and felt Paige pulling me into her chest while Aubrey rubbed circles on my back.

“It’s okay to be mad,” Aubrey whispered one night when I couldn’t sleep, my frustration bubbling into tears again.

“It’s okay to be sad too,” Paige added, resting her forehead against mine. “But you’re not doing this alone.”

I didn’t respond, but I let them hold me until I drifted off again.

The first time I tried to put weight on my leg post-surgery, I nearly collapsed.

“Whoa, whoa, I got you,” Aubrey rushed forward, her hands firm on my waist as I struggled to balance on crutches.

Paige, sitting nearby, her own knee bouncing in nervous energy, smiled at me. “You look better than I did my first time.”

I rolled my eyes, gritting my teeth as I forced myself to stand taller. “Yeah, well, I don’t feel better.”

Aubrey gave me a soft look. “That’s why we’re here.”

And they were.

Every. Single. Step.

Paige came to PT sessions with me, encouraging me when I wanted to quit.

Aubrey made sure I was eating, stretching, not overdoing it.

They both celebrated the smallest wins, even when I didn’t think they were worth celebrating.

When I managed to bend my knee to ninety degrees, Paige clapped so loud the whole PT room stared.

When I took my first unassisted steps, Aubrey wiped a tear from her eye, even though she swore she wasn’t crying.

And when I finally—finally—ran for the first time, they were both there, waiting at the end of the track, arms wide open.

The Mental Battle

Physical recovery was one thing. The mental part? That was the hardest.

I didn’t realize how much I had tied my identity to basketball until I couldn’t play it. I felt useless. Lost. Like I wasn’t me anymore.

One night, I sat on my bed, staring at my brace, feeling the weight of everything crash down. “What if I never feel the same again?”

Paige, sitting next to me, didn’t hesitate. “You won’t.”

I snapped my head toward her, surprised.

She gave me a knowing look. “You won’t feel the same. You’ll feel stronger.”

Aubrey, standing by the door, nodded. “And we’ll be right there with you when you do.”

I wanted to believe them.

Some days, I did.

Some days, I didn’t.

But they never let me give up.

Not when I hesitated before cutting on my knee for the first time.

Not when I had nightmares about reinjuring it.

Not when I doubted if I’d ever play like myself again.

And slowly, day by day, I started to believe them.

One Year Later

I walked back into the arena, my heart pounding as I took in the court, the lights, the banners hanging high above us.

I had worked my ass off for this moment.

And standing beside me, their hands in mine, were the two people who had never let me fall alone.

“You ready?” Aubrey asked, squeezing my hand.

I exhaled, nodding. “Yeah. I am.”

Paige grinned as we headed to the tip off line. “Then let’s get back to work.”

And just like that, I was home again.

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                 -Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

                             -prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[myjayisarockstar]

Park Jongseong fluff/comfort blurb

bf!Jay x injured reader

warnings: angst? I don't really know but if you get emotional reading this that's why that warning is there. Also mentions of surgery

a/n: this is completely fully self-indulgent and a very niche topic based on my personal experience LMFAO I just needed to get it out into writing so if you don't get the appeal to it or relate or whatever, this was your heads up. I also just do not know how to title this at all so here we go

I can see Jay being very present in terms of helping you recover from a severe injury like an ACL tear (like I said this is very niche). The recovery from that surgery takes months of rehabilitation and those first few weeks are absolute hell to go through. Jay would do his very best to help you in any way, especially when you are still on crutches.

Since you can barely do anything yourself, he offers to take you anywhere you need to be (pretend he can drive LOL), cook for you, clean if you need to, and help you get around the house. He would be very attentive to your needs, often doing things for you without asking since you're passed out on your bed in hopes the pain dies down even the tiniest bit. The constant reassurance this man will give you that it is okay to ask for help (especially if you're the hyper-independent type) is astronomical; he just wants to make sure you know that he is there for you and always will be.

However, sometimes it can get a little too overbearing. You just had most of your life stripped away from you with this injury and surgery, so sometimes it's harder to accept help from someone in response to wanting to feel like things are normal. Not wanting to overstep, Jay will take a step back as needed, but he will never fully leave you to yourself. There are too many emotions running through your head and he doesn't want to leave you alone to dwell on them. Instead, he lets you vent out your frustrations (even if it involves throwing your crutches to the floor) and offers to help in any way once you have cooled down.

Jay will also be there for you if you need a shoulder to cry on. Again, this recovery is difficult, and many emotions come with it. Your life had just been turned upside down for the absolute worst and sometimes you just need to sob it out. Instead of telling you everything will be okay, Jay would let you talk everything out first and then let you know everything you feel is valid. He is your biggest supporter, and he wants to see you push through this injury no matter how difficult it may be. Jay will always be there for you through the angry, sad, and somewhat happy moments of this recovery.

Especially through the rehabilitation process. Once you start reaching milestones in your physical therapy, he will always find ways to celebrate them with you. After the first major one, walking without crutches, he took you to a beautiful park where you two shared a lovely picnic date. Since then Jay made it his goal to celebrate each major or minor step in this recovery, and you were thankful to have such a loving partner to help you through it.

a/n: sorry if this is messy as fuck I genuinely just used this as a way to escape my own thoughts LMFAO but I hope you enjoyed it? I don't even know anymore. also, this isn't proofread so if there are errors it's because I really just word vomited everything.

[ofyoursilentreverie]

i was listening to @thefoxholecast 's third episode, and they were talking about kevin's injury and whether it was realistic for him to come back from - i ended up sending them an ask with stuff about soccer injuries but i think i've thought of a better analogy.

i'm assuming exy is played with both hands like lacrosse (although it's never really mentioned in the series) but i would imagine that, like lacrosse, one hand is more of a stabilizing and supporting hand while the other gives a lot of the power and aim - with that in mind, and knowing that lacrosse is probably the best analogy but unfortunately i never played outside of gym class so i can't really speak to it, i'm thinking of fencing - a sport that also involves a lot of wrist movement from one arm. i had a teammate who injured her right shoulder and fenced left-handed for the year that it was healing, idk of anyone at a super high level who's done it, but it's definitely possible to relearn with your non-dominant hand. and once her shoulder was healed, she slowly started using it again and is back to fencing right-handed. i also know of a lot of serious injuries like acl tears that take roughly a year to a year and a half to recover from. his recovery timeline is a little fast based on how severe they make his injury sound, but he doesn't start using his left hand again until after the winter banquet, which would be right around a year after he first injured it, which i can accept as fairly reasonable, especially because it doesn't seem like exy uses a ton of fine motor skills so his hand probably didn't need to be completely like it used to be in order for him to play exy with it

i think a slightly less realistic injury would be neil's shoulder - he frequently dislocates it (which is realistic, once you do it once you're more likely to do it again), but he hops right back into contact without any rest time. every teammate i've had who's dislocated a shoulder has had to sit out from contact for at least a couple weeks, and most of them ended up getting surgery on their shoulder (i can't speak to the specifics cause i've luckily never done it myself but they were certainly not jumping into practice the next day). i know a lot of his injuries throughout the series are superficial - bruises, cuts, etc - but even something like a sprain can put someone out for weeks depending on the severity of it. coming back from baltimore should have been more than a week and a half long recovery. so in my mind, kevin's injury and recovery timeline actually makes a lot more sense than neil's throughout the series, and i understand that it's cause nora sakavic needed to keep the plot moving and the foxes really didn't have any subs to take neil's place, but his injuries are more severe than his recovery times would indicate, and it's one of the things that pulled me out of the series the most when i was reading it for the first time

[balorscitygvns]

return of the spark

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Alex Shelley x OC!Allison , Chris Sabin x OC!Allison

𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅: Triple H , Nathan Frazer , Axiom

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: angst | fluff | comfort

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓: one-shot [request by anonymous]

⸻

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘:

Once part of the beloved Motor City trio, Allison was forced into early retirement after a devastating injury in TNA. Years later, Chris and Alex are finally WWE Tag Team Champions—never expecting the spark they lost to return on the grandest stage. What they don’t know is that Triple H had made a quiet deal… and tonight, the past collides with the future. (This is long… I got excited)

⸻

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒:

▸ flashbacks to injury

▸ light angst

▸ surprise kiss distraction

▸ emotional reunion

▸ swearing

⸻

“You two never stopped fighting for me. So now I’m fighting with you again.”

⸻

FLASHBACK — TNA

The match was chaos—in the best way.

Allison stood on the apron, watching as Chris and Alex executed a seamless tandem sequence that sent their opponent crashing to the mat. The crowd was electric, the kind of noise that rumbled in your ribs. Allison bounced on her toes, waiting for her moment.

Alex hit the ropes, tagged her in, and she sprang over the top rope with that same fire that made the trio so iconic. They were Detroit’s heartbeat—fast, precise, and unpredictable.

She squared up, trading kicks and counters like they’d done a dozen times before. Then, with her opponent stunned in the corner, Allison pointed to the crowd, climbed the turnbuckle, and set up for her signature springboard moonsault.

But mid-air—everything changed.

The male local competitor, who she didn’t bother to learn his name, out of nowhere, shoved the female competitor out of the way and caught Allison mid-rotation. The angle was off. Her foot slipped on his shoulder and she slammed down hard, awkwardly twisting as her right knee buckled underneath her and her lower back met the mat with a sickening snap.

She silently screamed—sharp, real, raw.

The ref dropped to the mat, signaling the “X” instantly.

Chris’s face turned pale.

Alex was already halfway in the ring.

“Allison!” Chris was at her side in seconds, kneeling, trying not to panic. “Can you move? Talk to me—where does it hurt?”

She was biting her lip so hard it bled. “My knee—my back—I can’t—” her voice cracked. “It hurts. I can’t get up.”

Alex crouched beside her, brushing sweat-matted hair from her forehead. “You’re okay. You’re okay. Just stay still. We’re right here.”

Medical staff filled the ring. The crowd was still screaming, but it all sounded muffled—like they were underwater.

Chris never let go of her hand. Alex kept whispering promises: “We’ve got you. We’re not leaving you.”

As they strapped her to the board and eased her onto the stretcher, Allison looked up at the lights and knew—something was different. Something might be over.

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HOURS LATER — HOSPITAL ROOM

Beeping monitors. Cool sheets. A brace on her leg. A heat pad along her lower back.

The words still echoed in her ears.

“Torn ACL. Significant disc damage in the lumbar spine. Surgery’s necessary. Recovery will take time. Full ring clearance… unlikely.”

Alex leaned against the wall, arms folded tight across his chest, trying to keep it together.

Chris sat beside her, silent for once, elbows on his knees, eyes locked on the floor.

“I’m done,” Allison whispered.

Chris lifted his head slowly. “You’re not done.”

“They said I’d be out for at least a year. Maybe forever. My back—Chris, I can barely sit up without help.”

Alex turned toward her, voice tight. “You’ve always come back. Always. You don’t have to make a decision tonight.”

She closed her eyes, biting back more tears. “We were finally getting somewhere. All the grind, the bumps… I wanted to win gold with you two.”

“You did win gold with us,” Chris said softly. “Every time we stepped out together? We had something no one else did.”

She looked at them then—her brothers, her soulmates in this business. “What if that’s it? What if I’m just a memory now?”

Alex moved first, crossing the room in three strides. He wrapped his arms around her as gently as he could. “Then you’re the best damn memory this company has ever had.”

Chris joined them, one hand cupping the back of her head, the other gripping her hand. “And we’re not moving forward without you. One way or another—you’re still one of us.”

She let herself cry then, finally. Not just from pain—but from heartbreak. From letting go of something she’d built her whole life around.

And yet, in their arms, she didn’t feel lost.

She felt held.

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A FEW YEARS LATER — DETROIT, MICHIGAN

The cold outside bit into the windows of her apartment, but Allison barely noticed it. She sat on the worn edge of her couch, a cup of coffee in her hand and a compression brace still strapped around her knee. She’d done everything right—surgery, therapy, more surgery, more therapy. Her body had healed as much as it could, but her soul? That stayed in limbo.

TNA had moved on without her. The Motor City Machine Guns had risen, dipped, and risen again. She was proud of them—always would be—but it still hurt to watch from the sidelines.

Her phone buzzed.

Unknown number.

She hesitated, thumb hovering, before swiping to answer. “Hello?”

“Allison?” The voice was familiar, even after all this time—steady, direct, layered with just enough warmth. “It’s Paul. Paul Levesque.”

She blinked. “Triple H?”

“Yeah. Sorry for the surprise call.”

“No, it’s—” She stood up on instinct, nerves flaring like a muscle memory. “It’s just been a while since I heard that voice.”

He chuckled. “You sound good. How are you?”

She hesitated. “I’m… upright.”

He paused. “I’ll take that as ‘still kicking.’ Listen, I won’t take up too much of your time. I’ve been keeping tabs on you. Saw some of the indie footage from your training school. You’ve still got the spark.”

Her heart stopped for a second. “You’ve been watching me?”

“More than you know. Look, I won’t sugarcoat it—there’s an opportunity here. WWE’s tag division is shifting. We’re investing in trios. We’ve got Chris and Alex signed. I’d be lying if I said we didn’t think about you.”

“I’m not the same wrestler I was,” she said, voice soft.

“No one is,” he replied easily. “But you don’t have to be the same. You just have to be you. There’s no one else like Allison Devlin. We can protect your knee. Manage your schedule. Work around your strengths.”

Her throat tightened. “You’re offering me a contract?”

“I’m offering you a shot. A chance to rewrite the end of your story.”

She let that sit in the silence. Her fingers trembled. “Do the boys know?”

“Not yet,” he said with a smirk she could hear. “Thought it’d be more fun as a surprise.”

Tears stung her eyes, but she didn’t wipe them away. “When would you need me?”

“We’re heading toward Summerslam season. I’d like to keep it quiet. Bring you in for a return no one sees coming.”

The weight of the moment settled in her chest—equal parts terrifying and exhilarating.

“I’m in,” she whispered.

“Good,” he said. “Welcome home, Allison.”

And just like that, everything changed.

Not because she was going back. But because—for the first time in years—she was moving forwards.

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WWE SUMMERSLAM: NIGHT ONE

Tag Team Championship Match - Main Event

Motor City Machine Guns (c) vs. Fraxiom

The lights dimmed as the opening chords of the Motor City Machine Guns’ theme blasted through the arena. The crowd rose instantly. Chris Sabin and Alex Shelley emerged, gold around their waists, fingers pointed to the sky. They soaked in the crowd’s energy, slapped hands, and looked every bit like champions made in fire and time.

Fraxiom—Axiom and Nathan Frazer—entered next to an equally loud response. Young, agile, and ruthless with momentum on their side, they were the future. But MCMG were the standard.

As the bell rang, Shelley and Frazer started it off. Technical chain wrestling bled into quick reversals, counters and roll-ups, the kind that showed why all four men in the ring were masters of their craft.

Sabin took the tag and brought the heat, hitting a running dropkick that sent Axiom tumbling from the apron. Frazer ducked a lariat and springboarded right into a spinning back kick. The Machine Guns moved like clockwork, tagging in and out every ten seconds, cutting the ring in half.

Fraxiom fought back. Hard.

Axiom flipped off a hot tag, delivering a brutal Pelé kick to Shelley and a corkscrew plancha to Sabin on the outside. Frazer followed up with a running Spanish Fly. The near fall had the crowd on their feet, but Shelley got a foot on the rope.

Then came the moment.

Shelley caught Axiom in the corner, dazed. The match had worn them all down, sweat dripping, eyes glassy.

Shelley reached forward—fingers under Axiom’s mask.

The crowd gasped as he pulled, revealing just the hint of a jawline, lips, a partial cheek. Axiom yanked backward in panic, clutching the mask, and shoved Shelley off with enough force to send him into the turnbuckle chest-first.

Then it happened.

The lights shifted. The audience buzzed.

A hooded figure stood on the apron.

The referee shouted, trying to usher them away, but the person didn’t flinch. Frazer yelled toward the figure, confused, but Axiom—mask still half-askew—turned around.

And she grabbed his face and kissed him.

The arena exploded.

The camera cut to Frazer’s expression: pure shock.

Before anyone could react, the hooded figure—now clearly a woman—swept her leg low and sent Axiom crashing to his knees. Sabin, barely back in the ring, yanked Frazer off the apron with a dragon screw. Shelley nailed a low dropkick to Axiom’s back, setting up their final shot.

Skull and Bones.

1… 2… 3.

The crowd was on fire.

Sabin and Shelley scrambled to their feet, arms raised, barely believing they’d survived it.

But their attention turned quickly—to the woman still standing center ring.

She slowly pulled down her hood.

And the crowd erupted louder than they had all night.

Allison.

Wearing an official Motor City Machine Guns shirt.

Her smile was wild and free as she unzipped her jacket, revealing her gear underneath—custom black-and-blue tights, styled to match the Guns.

Alex’s mouth dropped open. Chris looked like he’d seen a ghost.

Allison’s eyes locked with theirs, glassy but proud. She pointed at the belts in their hands, then to the MCMG logo across her chest.

She was back. And she was one of them.

The three came together in the center of the ring, disbelief giving way to hugs, laughter, and the weight of years finally lifting.

⸻

BACKSTAGE – MOMENTS AFTER THE MATCH

The social media team caught them coming through the curtain, adrenaline still clinging to their skin like sweat. Sabin had one hand on the tag title slung over his shoulder, the other clutched to his chest like he was trying to keep his heart from jumping out. Alex walked behind him, dazed, mouth still half-open in shock. And on his back, Allison. The hallway backstage was loud, crew clapping and wrestlers shouting congratulations—but the Guns didn’t even notice the noise. They turned to her like magnets drawn to steel.

“Okay,” Sabin said first, voice cracking from the match and emotion. “Are you kidding me right now?”

Alex stepped up beside him. “You were the hooded figure? You kissed Axiom? You—” He paused, his mouth twitching in disbelief. “You set up the finish?”

Allison smirked, eyes glassy but shining. “You guys always did love a good swerve.”

Sabin blinked at her. “But—how? When? I thought you weren’t cleared.”

“I wasn’t. Not until three months ago.” She tucked her hands into her sleeves, sheepish but still proud. “Hunter called me. Said you two were tearing it up, and the company wanted more trio energy. I didn’t tell you because… if I couldn’t go through with it, I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

Alex huffed, shoving his title belt against her side playfully. “You think we’d ever be disappointed in you?”

“You scared the hell outta me, Al,” Sabin added, stepping in close and wrapping her into a tight hug. “That pop? That moment? That was WrestleMania-level.”

She melted into his arms for a second before Alex yanked her into a side hug too. The three stood there, tangled in gold and history and hometown pride.

“But real talk—” Alex looked down at her, eyes narrowing. “You kissed Axiom? In front of everyone?”

“It was a distraction,” she said, grinning. “Effective, wasn’t it?”

“Alex is never gonna let you live that down,” Chris said.

“I’m never gonna let her live that down,” Alex agreed with his life long friend. “But I’m also never letting her go again.”

Allison wiped at her eyes with the edge of her sleeve. “I missed you guys so much.”

“We missed you too,” Alex whispered. “It wasn’t the same without you.”

“And now?” Sabin grinned, raising his belt. “We’re whole again.”

The camera lingered as they walked off, three silhouettes wrapped in legacy, gold, and Motor City grit.

Back where they belonged.

Together.

Allison has stopped mid walked, looked back at the social media camera and gave it winked while mouthing the words,

“My Boys.”

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[uswnt5]

Okay, so I have been sitting on this for a while now, thinking on whether or not I should share this. I've been working in woso for a few years now, specifically women's academy football and I want to add something to this horrifying cycle of abuse we keep seeing in sports. I see a lot of people wondering "how the fuck does this keep happening" and "where the fuck do they keep finding such horrid people" and I want to provide an inside perspective.

When I started working in woso, I was given the chance to work for the first team or for their academy team. I was young and thought I could change the world so I chose the academy team. At that point we still only had one academy team, a U18 team that played in the second division of women's football. I was an idealist and wanted to do more than just work in football, I wanted to innovate and improve football, and I thought a young academy team would give me more opportunities to do so.

I worked with young girls from ages 15 to 18. And I thought I was amazing at it. I would have done anything for that first generation of kids that came up through me. One of them made her debut for the national team recently, and I was crying in the stadium the whole 16 minutes of playtime she got. I love those girls with all my heart, I really do.

But, I also learned very quickly how easy it is to lose yourself, and the person you think you are.

We discuss their bodies daily. We monitor their sleep, their mood, their periods, their fatigue, their weight, every little bit of exercise they do… I know their bodies better than I know my own sometimes. And with that familiarity comes a blurring of boundaries that I never expected myself to be capable of.

At the beginning of last season, one of our girls tore her ACL. It sucks, but it happens (her recovery went absolutely perfect and she's going to back in games sooner than anyone could have hoped). This girl is a 'high potential', tall, strong, really good with her left foot, and only 16 years old at that point. When I say tall and strong, her dad is build like freaking Hagrid and she definitely takes after him.

When the results of the scan came back, confirming the ACL tear, we had a meeting with the whole staff on how we were going to support her through this. Everyone signed the 'get well soon' card, and then we started on making the post-surgery plan. And at some point our PT said: we're really going to have to watch her, because she is going to get fat. With that bodytype, she is going to gain weight, she is not going to stay fit at all. She needs to be put on a diet, right now. Everyone around the table agreed. And we started to discuss how we could prevent her from getting fat while still keeping her knee safe. We were talking about a very injured little girl, and we were discussing her weight, using brutal and harmful language, as if we were discussing the weather.

Because that is part of professional sports, but the habit of talking about bodies, normalizes it. It becomes a casual conversation, and even with the best intentions, that casual conversation turns very cold very quickly. As if there was no human attached to that body. And from cold, it's only a short step before you become cruel.

When someone's body becomes a series of statistics, a product almost, you start to forget how to appropriately handle it. You forget that you shouldn't have ownership of what happens to that body, you forget that it is not normal.

I hope I never turn abusive, I hope someone steps in before it can even come close to abuse. And I too despise the people who abuse their athletes. But I know how easily you can lose yourself, even when your heart is in the right place.

And that is even without taking into account the stress that comes with having to perform at the highest level, how exhausted we all become the longer the season goes on, how worried we constantly need to be that one bad game is going to end our career at a club. I see my staff more than I see anyone in my family. We're starting pre-season in a week and yesterday I worked until 2AM. We haven't even started yet.

It's just a very difficult environment to work in and that frustration and stress does get taken out on the athletes too. And the exhaustion makes you say things that you know you can't say. It's so toxic, even good people just get lost in it.

I am not condoning what is happening now, I was capable of taking a step back and realizing that my words were not okay, that my actions were deeply flawed. If I can do that, everyone can. But the institution is broken, and that can only lead to broken people.

Wow, thanks for sharing. I can see how easily to can be to lose the human element of it when discussing a player as a "tool" used to better your "company" (team).

The institution is definiltey broken, you see it across all sports at every level.

[ikram1909]

Just want to offer a little perspective against all the people fear-mongering about Gavi’s injury being “career ending”.

Florian Wirtz is the most obvious example of a recovery from a full ACL tear at a young age. He was 18 when it happened about a year ago and has come back without missing a beat. If people haven’t watched him they should, he’s really fantastic.

Within Barcelona both Xavi and Gundogan had ACL tears and have come back just as good if not better. Gundogan said himself that he may not be the same player after, but it doesn’t mean he’s worse, just different.

Two more players who suffered ACL tears very young are Darwin Nuñez (17) and Moises Caicedo (16) who have now gone on to play professionally in the Premier League and are doing very well currently. (Darwin’s habit of missing sitters has nothing to do with it).

Other examples of players include Leroy Sané and Virgil van Dijk who while taking a bit of time to come back to form are now doing very well again. Medical experts have claimed that it can take up to 2 years to get back to your level after an ACL injury due to mental blocks, so immediate form should not be seen as “the best you can be”. While of course we all want Gavi to come back better than ever straight away we must be patient and realise that he has an incredibly long career ahead of him and may not hit his prime till the later years regardless of the injury.

Players in the past who have gone on to have incredible careers following ACL tears include Alan Shearer (became the premier league top scorer) and Roberto Baggio. Baggio not only ruptured his ACL but also tore his meniscus yet went on to win a Ballon D’or. While Gavi has also got an “associated injury” with his lateral meniscus, that’s actually fairly routine with an ACL and nowhere did Barcelona say he had actually torn it.

There are many more examples both older e.g. Francesco Totti and more recent e.g. Federico Chiesa who have returned to form following their ACL injury.

Beyond the world of football many other athletes have also made a complete recovery and gone on to have incredible careers e.g. in the NBA.

While it’s completely valid to be very upset over the injury because the recovery is very painful, he’s so young, and he may return a different player, there is no need to despair. He will have top medical professionals at his side, be surrounded by others who know how to recover from injury, and the treatments and recovery chances have come on leaps and bounds since the likes of Shearer and even Xavi.

While there is a higher risk of re-injuring the ACL or having compensatory injuries, if the recovery is not rushed there is every chance he will be physically the same in most if not all departments. The areas most likely to be affected are explosiveness, speed and quick turns, but the first two Gavi has never particularly relied on and he can always adapt to the third. But in the cases of Wirtz and Sane they are still very agile, nimble players, while Xavi adapted to rely more on his tactical prowess, but either way have been successful.

The other aspect is mental such as a fear of re-injury. While we cannot say for sure that Gavi will not have this problem as he has never experienced an injury of the likes of this before, we have every reason to assume not. His teammates and coaches both in Barcelona and on the national team have always spoken of his mentality and fight, and that will prove particularly important now. Also, we are talking about the same kid who was sidelined age 11 because of a broken nose and immediately after his return threw himself into headers again. He has always shown he is not scared of pain and won’t let it hold him back, so he will hopefully apply this same mentality to what will surely be a difficult recovery.

Ultimately we will not know until after the surgery and even until he’s back or several years later how the injury will affect him. But he will be back and there’s every reason to believe he will make a full recovery or become a different but just as good player. We may even get to see more of the impeccable technique that he showcased in La Masia rather than being used partly as a workhorse as he has previously.

While the number of ACL injuries this season is completely horrible, it means Gavi is not the only one going through this journey. And to those on twitter and elsewhere trying to convince you that he won’t have a career after this, I doubt they think the same of Militao, Courtois, Mings, Pino and etc.

Sorry for the essay but we must not give up on Gavi and instead must support him and the team through this surely horrible time. This too shall pass and while we will miss him the time will pass by quicker than you expect.

First of all, thank you so much for this ❤️ reading it this morning genuinely made me feel so much better and I hope everyone here takes the time to read it, I promise it'll help you guys worry less.

Reading this and finding out about all these success stories after ACL injuries gave me much more hope. If so many others were able to overcome it then best believe our little warrior is very likely to do the same I have no doubt about it. Also, it's a relief to know that it mainly affects speed and explosiveness because Gavi has other strengths. And maybe it wouldn't be a bad thing for him to focus on technical abilities that we all know he excels at but the way coaches utilised him up until this point hindered their development. The thing about Gavi is that he excels at so many things so even if his injury affects one two or two aspects of his game he'd still have so many other qualities he's just that good. The main obstacle of this injury is the mental toll it could have on him but I have faith in his own strength and the incredible amount of love he's surrounded by to get him through it. Obviously he'll feel down for a while and is probably still in shock (hell even I still can't believe it I literally expect him to show up in barças training stories and then it hits me again) it's not easy but time heals everything and knowing him he'd do anything to get back to what he loves as soon as possible. He's a fighter, he's always been that way an injury no matter how serious wouldn't take that away from him. He'll be back. It might take a while for him to get back to his absolute best but he'll be back. He has all the time in the world, he's only 19. Now we just need him to take all the time he needs to recover completely and not rush anything.

[taranjaran]

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Wellnee Knee Brace Canada Review

If you're among the millions of Canadians dealing with knee pain from arthritis, sports injuries, aging, or post-surgical recovery, you're not alone. The knee is one of the most injury-prone joints in the body, and its pain can seriously affect your mobility, work, and daily activities. Enter the Wellnee Knee Brace, a modern support solution that claims to alleviate discomfort, boost mobility, and help people regain an active lifestyle—without expensive surgery or medication.

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What Is the Wellnee Knee Brace?

The Wellnee Knee Brace is an ergonomically designed, compression-based knee support sleeve that wraps around your joint to provide:

Stability

Pain relief

Injury prevention

Improved circulation

It uses a combination of medical-grade compression, adjustable straps, and breathable materials to help manage conditions like:

Osteoarthritis

Patellar tendonitis

ACL/MCL tears

Post-surgical recovery

General knee stiffness from aging or overuse

Unlike bulky braces or stiff supports, the Wellnee Knee Brace emphasizes comfort, flexibility, and all-day wearability—making it suitable for both seniors and athletes in Canada.

How Does the Wellnee Knee Brace Work?

The Wellnee Knee Brace utilizes triple-action technology:

1. Compression Therapy

Gentle yet firm compression promotes blood circulation around the knee, helping to reduce swelling and inflammation. This is essential for both chronic pain and injury recovery.

2. Joint Stabilization

The brace has built-in side stabilizers that mimic the support of tendons and ligaments. This help prevent overextension or twisting during movement, protecting the knee from further damage.

3. Heat & Comfort Retention

Made from breathable neoprene and elasticated fabrics, the Wellnee Knee Brace retains body heat without causing overheating. This supports joint flexibility during movement, especially helpful in colder Canadian climates.

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🇨🇦 Why It’s Gaining Popularity in Canada

Canadians are embracing holistic and non-invasive health solutions. With healthcare wait times increasing and surgeries becoming more selective, many are turning to advanced knee braces like Wellnee as a first line of defense.

Key reasons why Canadians are choosing the Wellnee Knee Brace:

Avoids long waitlists for surgery

Backed by thousands of user testimonials

Useful for cold-weather stiffness and inflammation

Custom sizing fits both men and women

Discreet under clothing – ideal for work or home use

Who Should Use the Wellnee Knee Brace?

This product is designed for a broad range of people, including:

Seniors with Knee Osteoarthritis

Arthritis sufferers report that the brace eases joint stiffness and improves mobility for daily tasks like walking, climbing stairs, and gardening.

Athletes & Fitness Enthusiasts

Whether you run, cycle, hike, or lift weights, the Wellnee Knee Brace provides protection and post-workout recovery support.

Working Professionals

Canadians working in physically demanding jobs (construction, healthcare, hospitality) benefit from extra support during long hours of standing or moving.

Post-Surgical Patients

Ideal for individuals recovering from ACL, meniscus, or patellar injuries who need structured, everyday support.

Preventative Users

Those with a family history of joint issues or past injuries can use the Wellnee Knee Brace to avoid relapses or further degeneration.

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Key Benefits of the Wellnee Knee Brace

Let’s break down the core benefits of the brace based on customer feedback and product design:

✔️ All-Day Comfort

Lightweight material

Breathable and sweat-resistant

Soft interior padding

Low-profile fit (can be worn under jeans or tights)

✔️ Adjustable Fit

Multiple sizes available (Small to XXL)

Velcro straps allow customized tension

Fits both left and right knees

✔️ Versatile Use

Suitable for walking, running, driving, sleeping, or desk work

Easy to wear and remove—no tools or professional help required

Pros And Cons:

✅ Pros:

Effective pain relief and mobility support

Great fit for cold climates

Comfortable and breathable

Affordable and easy to use

❌ Cons:

May not replace medical-grade braces for major injuries

Velcro might degrade with very long-term use

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User Testimonials: What Canadians Are Saying

Here’s a snapshot of what real Canadian users are saying about the Wellnee Knee Brace:

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ "Gave Me My Life Back" – Linda, 67, Vancouver

“I was on a waitlist for a knee replacement surgery. This brace helped me walk my dog again without pain. It’s honestly life-changing.”

⭐⭐⭐⭐ "Great for My Hockey Knees" – Mark, 45, Calgary

“Years of playing sports wrecked my knees. I use this before and after workouts. My swelling and tightness are 90% gone.”

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ "Works Even in Cold Weather" – Samira, 58, Winnipeg

“I’ve tried braces that stiffen up when it’s cold. This one stay flexible and warm. Perfect for Manitoba winters.”

⭐⭐⭐⭐ "Affordable and Comfortable" – Greg, 36, Toronto

“Didn’t want to spend hundreds on a prescription brace. This does the job at half the price. It’s my go-to now.”

How to Wear the Wellnee Knee Brace (Step-by-Step)

Unpack and unfold the brace.

Slide the brace over your foot up to your knee.

Adjust straps to secure the brace snugly around your knee joint.

Ensure the knee cap opening is centered.

Test movement – walk or bend the knee to check comfort.

Pro Tip: Wear over a thin base layer or directly on the skin for best results. Avoid wearing for more than 12 consecutive hours unless recommended by a physician.

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What’s Included in the Box?

1x Wellnee Knee Brace (left or right)

Instruction manual

Sizing guide

60-day satisfaction guarantee card.

Where to Buy the Wellnee Knee Brace in Canada

To ensure you're receiving the authentic Wellnee Knee Brace, it’s best to order directly from the official Canadian website.

Avoid third-party sellers (e.g., Amazon, eBay), as counterfeit products have been reported.

Final Verdict: Is the Wellnee Knee Brace Worth It?

If you're struggling with knee pain and looking for a non-invasive, budget-friendly, and Canadian-approved solution, the Wellnee Knee Brace is an excellent choice.

It combines premium design with practical support—making it suitable for everyday wear, recovery, or athletic activity. Plus, with fast shipping and a 60-day guarantee, there’s little risk in trying it.

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Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

1. Is it suitable for both men and women?

Yes, it’s unisex and comes in multiple sizes to suit various body types.

2. Can I wear it under jeans or trousers?

Absolutely. Its slim-fit design ensures discreet wear under clothing.

3. Does it help with arthritis pain?

Many users report significant relief from osteoarthritis and joint stiffness.

4. Can I wash the Wellnee Knee Brace?

Yes. Hand wash in cold water with mild detergent. Air dry only.

5. Can it be worn while sleeping?

Yes, though it’s generally recommended for daytime use unless advised by a healthcare provider.

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Personal Training Meets Rehabilitation: A Smarter Way to Move, Train, and Recover

In the modern fitness landscape, many people find themselves stuck between two worlds—one where they want to train and get stronger, and another where pain, injury, or poor movement limits their progress. The missing link between these two goals is often a personal training and rehabilitation approach that’s not just effective, but evidence-driven and highly personalized.

This is exactly where Beyond Biomechanics, based in Herndon, VA, stands out.

Why Combining Personal Training and Rehabilitation Matters

The traditional model separates rehabilitation (often seen as clinical or medical) from fitness (seen as athletic or aesthetic). But for most people, these two worlds are deeply connected. Whether you're recovering from surgery, dealing with nagging pain, or just trying to move better, a unified approach can lead to faster, safer, and longer-lasting results.

At Beyond Biomechanics, clients don’t just work out—they receive science-based coaching that begins with in-depth movement assessments and evolves into customized programs tailored to their goals, injuries, and capabilities.

Personal Training Reimagined

Most personal training programs start with a goal—lose weight, build strength, improve performance. While these goals are valid, they often overlook the importance of how the body moves. Poor biomechanics can lead to compensation patterns, reduced performance, and eventual injury.

By integrating corrective exercise and movement science into every session, Beyond Biomechanics ensures that clients not only reach their goals but do so with better posture, control, and resilience.

This method benefits:

Beginners needing a safe introduction to exercise

Athletes returning from injury

Busy professionals looking to train effectively without wasting time

Older adults seeking strength, balance, and injury prevention

Rehabilitation That Goes Beyond the Clinic

Rehabilitation doesn’t stop when physical therapy ends. Many people leave PT without the confidence—or strength—to return to their normal lives or favorite activities.

Beyond Biomechanics fills this gap with post-rehab programs that are:

Customized to the individual’s recovery stage

Progressively structured to build strength and mobility

Delivered 1-on-1 in a focused, private studio setting

Whether you're recovering from an ACL tear, managing chronic back pain, or strengthening after a joint replacement, the right training can restore confidence and function—without the fear of re-injury.

Movement Assessment: The Foundation of Every Program

Every journey at Beyond Biomechanics starts with a movement screen that identifies dysfunctions, imbalances, or areas of restriction. This data-driven approach allows for:

Safer workouts

Faster progress

Programs tailored to individual needs, not generic templates

By understanding the “why” behind movement problems, the coaching team can design smarter training strategies that don’t just treat symptoms—they correct root causes.

Evidence-Based, Not Trend-Based

In an industry flooded with fads, Beyond Biomechanics stays rooted in exercise science, biomechanics, and rehabilitation research. This means that every program is grounded in real data—not marketing hype.

Clients benefit from:

Certified coaches with rehab-specific knowledge

Consistent progress monitoring

A collaborative environment where your long-term health comes first

The Result: Stronger, Pain-Free Living

Ultimately, the goal isn’t just to “work out”—it’s to move better, recover faster, and live stronger. Whether you're an athlete, a desk worker, or someone getting back on your feet, the fusion of personal training and rehabilitation offers a clear path to sustainable health and strength.

[sydneyorthopeadicsurgeon]

Dr Oliver Khoo: The Authority in Hip Replacement Surgery in Sydney

Dr Oliver Khoo is widely recognized as a leading hip replacement surgeon in Sydney, with a career spanning over 14 years. Known for his expertise in anterior hip replacement and minimally invasive hip surgery, his approach has transformed lives, offering patients faster recovery and increased mobility. Dr Khoo's practice is grounded in patient-focused orthopaedic care, tailoring treatments specifically for hip pain relief and arthritis management. Whether seeking non-surgical hip treatment in Sydney or advanced procedures, his practice is synonymous with high-quality, compassionate care. This dedication has established Dr Khoo as the trusted orthopaedic doctor Sydney residents rely on.

Minimally Invasive Techniques

#### Anterior Hip Replacement One of Dr Khoo's signature techniques is the anterior hip replacement. This approach, favored for its precision and reduced recovery time, has helped Dr Khoo emerge as a highly recommended hip surgeon. By minimizing tissue disruption, patients experience less post-operative pain and a quicker return to normal activities. This innovative method is particularly beneficial for elderly patients seeking life-changing surgery reviews without prolonged downtime. #### Hip Arthroscopy Expertise As a hip arthroscopy specialist in Sydney, Dr Khoo excels in treating labral tears and impingement with minimally invasive techniques. His methods offer patients an alternative to traditional surgery, promoting improved joint function with minimal scarring. This expertise, combined with a reputation for trusted outcomes, makes Dr Khoo a sought-after orthopaedic sports injury surgeon. From this strong foundation, Dr Khoo's commitment to innovative, patient-focused practices transitions seamlessly into his proficiency in knee surgeries, where his skills prove equally transformative.

Comprehensive Knee Surgery Solutions

#### Computer-Navigated Knee Replacements Dr Khoo's proficiency as a knee replacement surgeon in Sydney is underscored by his use of computer-navigated systems. These advanced techniques ensure precision in total and partial knee replacements, preserving healthy tissue and speeding recovery. Patients report significant pain reduction and improved mobility, contributing to high satisfaction rates across Sydney's diverse demographic, including areas like Darlinghurst and Redfern. #### Sports Injury Management In the realm of sports injuries, Dr Khoo's ability to balance performance, recovery, and long-term joint health positions him as an expert. His comprehensive care, including ACL reconstruction and cartilage management, supports athletes in returning to full activity levels safely and efficiently. This comprehensive approach provides a seamless transition into Dr Khoo's adeptness in shoulder surgeries.

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#### Shoulder Arthroscopy and Stabilisation Dr Khoo's expertise extends to shoulder arthroscopy in Sydney, where he addresses rotator cuff tears and shoulder instability with cutting-edge techniques. His success in surgical repairs and stabilisation procedures is well-documented, earning him accolades both from patients and within the orthopaedic community. #### Management of Chronic Conditions For those with shoulder arthritis or chronic pain, Dr Khoo's tailored non-surgical strategies provide relief. His patient-first philosophy ensures individuals receive personalised care, making him a compassionate orthopaedic surgeon highly recommended by peers and patients alike. This level of comprehensive care naturally extends to his community outreach initiatives, which signific https://medium.com/@orthopedicsydney/dr-oliver-khoo-the-premier-hip-replacement-surgeon-in-sydney-610d889f3f4a

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Max’s Comeback: A Dog’s Journey to Healing

When Max, a cheerful Golden Retriever, suddenly began avoiding stairs and lagging on walks, his family assumed it was just age creeping in. But after a vet visit, they learned he had a ligament injury. Instead of rushing into surgery, they searched for a Dog Knee Brace Near Me. What they found was more than a brace—it was a path to recovery, comfort, and tail-wagging walks again.

The Real Scope of Joint Problems in Dogs

Joint issues are surprisingly widespread in dogs across the U.S.:

Around 20% of adult dogs suffer from arthritis, according to the Arthritis Foundation.

Cranial cruciate ligament (CCL) tears—similar to ACL injuries in humans—are one of the most common orthopedic problems in canines.

Studies show that over 50% of dogs who tear one knee ligament end up injuring the other within a year (ColoState Veterinary Hospital).

These statistics show the importance of early intervention—something not always emphasized by general pet care sites.

Why a Dog Knee Brace Matters

Many pet sites focus on basic features like support or durability, but there are deeper benefits worth knowing:

Improved Mobility: Research shows that orthotic braces can increase a dog’s weight-bearing ability on the injured leg, helping them regain balance and ease discomfort (Veterinary Evidence Journal).

Joint Protection: A brace can help delay or prevent the onset of arthritis in dogs prone to joint degeneration, especially after injury.

Non-surgical Aid: For older pets or those not fit for surgery, bracing can serve as a long-term support strategy to reduce Dog Knee Pain without invasive procedures.

Custom Fit Advantages: While off-the-shelf options exist, a Custom Dog Knee Brace tailored to your pet’s size and injury ensures better results and minimizes further strain.

Searching for a Dog Knee Brace Near Me

The easiest place to begin your search is with your local veterinarian or animal physical therapy clinic. They often carry or recommend:

Professionally measured Custom Dog Knee Braces.

Braces endorsed by professionals—look for a VAT Recommended Dog Knee Brace or those used in canine rehab centers.

Brands like OrthoPets, or Walkin’ Pets, known for high-quality canine orthopedic support.

Searching locally also gives you access to personalized fitting and follow-up care, which can make a big difference in outcomes.

More Than a Brace: A Full-Body Healing Plan

Healing your dog’s joint isn’t just about putting on a brace—it’s about lifestyle adjustments:

Supplements: Glucosamine, chondroitin, turmeric, and omega-3 fatty acids are known to reduce inflammation and support joint repair.

Diet: Fresh, anti-inflammatory foods and maintaining a healthy weight ease joint stress.

Gentle Movement: Activities like swimming, controlled walks, or canine hydrotherapy rebuild muscle safely.

Therapy Options: From laser therapy to acupuncture and balance exercises, these are key tools in holistic joint recovery.

Eye-Opening Facts Most Dog Owners Don’t Hear

More than half of dogs with a ligament tear in one knee will injure the other within 12 months.

Dogs using a brace regain more weight-bearing ability than those without, showing visible improvement within three months.

The market for dog braces is booming, with projections reaching $150M in 2025, proving how many dog owners now turn to orthopedic solutions before surgery.

Final Thoughts

Typing Dog Knee Brace Near Me might just be the first step in a long-term healing journey. But the best results come from combining:

A properly fitted Custom Dog Knee Brace,

A VAT Recommended Dog Knee Brace your vet trusts,

A supportive diet, supplements, and physical therapy tailored to your dog’s needs.

With the right care, your pup—just like Max—can return to playful strolls, wagging tails, and pain-free living.

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Best Orthopedic Doctor in Rudrapur for Joint, Bone & Sports Injury Care

When it comes to musculoskeletal health, timely consultation with a qualified orthopedic specialist is crucial. Whether you're dealing with joint pain, a sports injury, or a chronic bone condition, finding the right orthopedic doctor in Rudrapur can make all the difference in your recovery and quality of life.

Rudrapur, a growing hub in Uttarakhand, is now home to several advanced healthcare providers, but what sets apart the truly exceptional ones is the availability of expert orthopedic care combined with cutting-edge technology and personalized treatment plans.

What Does an Orthopedic Doctor Do?

An orthopedic doctor specializes in diagnosing, treating, and preventing conditions related to the musculoskeletal system. This includes bones, joints, ligaments, tendons, muscles, and the spine. The orthopedic doctor in Rudrapur helps patients manage issues like fractures, arthritis, dislocations, sports injuries, disc problems, and more.

Whether it's a simple sprain or a complex joint replacement surgery, the expertise of an orthopedic doctor ensures the most effective recovery path with minimal discomfort.

Top Conditions Treated by Orthopedic Doctors in Rudrapur

The best orthopedic doctor in Rudrapur is trained to handle a wide range of orthopedic issues, including:

Knee and hip arthritis

Ligament injuries (ACL, PCL, MCL tears)

Rotator cuff tears

Slipped disc and spine disorders

Carpal tunnel syndrome

Pediatric orthopedic conditions

Osteoporosis and bone density issues

Fractures and trauma injuries

Joint stiffness and mobility loss

Sports-related muscle and bone injuries

If you're experiencing any of these symptoms, it's crucial to consult a skilled orthopedic doctor in Rudrapur Uttarakhand for early diagnosis and appropriate treatment.

Advanced Orthopedic Treatments Now Available in Rudrapur

The field of orthopedics has evolved significantly in recent years. Today, residents of Rudrapur can access some of the most advanced orthopedic treatments and technologies, such as:

Arthroscopy: A minimally invasive procedure used to diagnose and treat joint problems.

Joint Replacement Surgery: Including total knee replacement, hip replacement, and shoulder replacement.

Spine Surgery: For conditions like herniated discs, scoliosis, and spinal stenosis.

Trauma Surgery: For complex bone fractures and post-accident rehabilitation.

Regenerative Therapy: Including PRP (Platelet-Rich Plasma) therapy for tendon and cartilage repair.

Pediatric Orthopedics: Specialized care for children with bone and joint issues.

When you consult a top-rated orthopedic doctor in Rudrapur, you get access to all these advanced treatment options under one roof.

Why Choose an Orthopedic Specialist in Rudrapur?

While larger cities like Delhi or Dehradun may offer specialized care, the convenience of consulting the best orthopedic doctor in Rudrapur cannot be overstated. Here’s why:

Immediate Access to Treatment You don’t need to wait for weeks or travel long distances. Timely diagnosis leads to better recovery.

Modern Facilities in Your Hometown High-quality diagnostic tools like MRI, CT scan, digital X-rays, and physiotherapy units are readily available.

Personalized Patient Attention Orthopedic doctors in Rudrapur offer a more personal, one-on-one approach compared to larger, overcrowded hospitals.

Cost-Effective Care Medical treatments in Rudrapur are often more affordable than in metro cities without compromising on quality.

Consult the Best Orthopedic Doctor in Rudrapur for:

Persistent joint pain

Swelling, stiffness, or reduced mobility

Sports injuries or accidents

Difficulty walking or using limbs

Recurrent back pain

Post-surgical rehabilitation

Early signs of arthritis

Pediatric limb deformities

Bone fractures and healing delays

If you or your loved one are suffering from any such condition, it’s time to consult an experienced orthopedic doctor in Rudrapur Uttarakhand and get a detailed assessment done.

Integrated Physiotherapy & Rehabilitation Support

The recovery journey doesn't end with medication or surgery. Post-treatment care is just as important. The top orthopedic doctor in Rudrapur usually works in collaboration with physiotherapists and rehabilitation experts to provide:

Pain relief techniques

Posture correction

Muscle strengthening

Gait training

Post-surgical recovery exercises

Mobility aids and lifestyle changes

This integrated approach ensures long-term healing and prevents recurring problems.

Preventive Orthopedic Care

Orthopedics is not only about treatment; it also focuses on prevention. Some lifestyle changes recommended by leading orthopedic doctors in Rudrapur include:

Regular weight-bearing exercises to improve bone density

Calcium and Vitamin D-rich diet

Avoiding high-impact sports after 40

Using proper posture during sitting, walking, and lifting

Annual orthopedic check-ups after age 45

By adopting these preventive strategies, you can reduce the risk of fractures, arthritis, and joint degeneration.

How to Find the Right Orthopedic Doctor in Rudrapur

Here are a few tips for choosing the best orthopedic doctor in Rudrapur:

Check online reviews and ratings

Look for experience in complex surgeries

Ensure the hospital is NABH or ISO certified

Ask about the success rate of procedures

Confirm availability for follow-up care

Look for diagnostic and surgical facilities under one roof

The right orthopedic doctor doesn’t just treat your pain—they educate, guide, and support you throughout your recovery.

Booking an Appointment with an Orthopedic Doctor in Rudrapur

Most hospitals and clinics in Rudrapur now offer online appointment booking, teleconsultation options, and walk-in OPD services. You can also get home visits for physiotherapy, post-surgery care, and orthopedic assessments if needed.

To consult a reputed orthopedic doctor in Rudrapur Uttarakhand, simply visit the hospital's official website, fill in your details, and book a consultation at your convenience.

Final Words

Bone and joint health plays a critical role in maintaining a good quality of life. Whether you're an athlete, a senior citizen, or someone recovering from an accident, timely intervention by a qualified orthopedic doctor in Rudrapur can make a huge difference. Don't let pain hold you back—take the first step towards a stronger, pain-free life today.

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Best Arthroscopy Surgeon in Patna – Advanced Care with Dr. Ashwini Gaurav

Joint pain and injuries are common today, especially among people involved in sports or heavy physical activities. Arthroscopy has become a modern, safe, and effective way to treat such joint problems without large cuts or scars. If you are looking for the best arthroscopy surgeon in Patna, Dr. Ashwini Gaurav is a trusted name for advanced orthopaedic care.

What is Arthroscopy?

Arthroscopy is a minimally invasive surgical procedure where a small camera (arthroscope) is inserted into the joint to diagnose and treat problems. It is used for conditions like:

Torn ligaments (ACL, PCL)

Meniscus tears in the knee

Shoulder injuries

Cartilage damage

Swollen or painful joints

Because of smaller cuts, patients experience less pain, faster healing, and can return to their normal activities sooner.

Meet Dr. Ashwini Gaurav – Your Arthroscopy Specialist

When it comes to choosing the best arthroscopy surgeon in Patna, Dr. Ashwini Gaurav is one of the most recommended orthopaedic surgeons in the city. He is currently working as an Assistant Professor of Orthopaedics at Netaji Subhash Medical College & Hospital, Patna.

With years of experience in arthroscopic surgeries, Dr. Gaurav has successfully treated many patients suffering from sports injuries and joint problems. He uses modern techniques to provide safe and effective treatments.

Clinic Details for Consultation

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Book an appointment today and take the first step toward pain-free joints.

Why Patients Choose Dr. Ashwini Gaurav

✅ Highly Skilled Surgeon – Specialises in arthroscopic treatments for knees, shoulders, and other joints. ✅ Modern Technology – Uses advanced equipment for precise diagnosis and treatment. ✅ Patient-Centred Care – Provides clear guidance from consultation to recovery. ✅ Affordable Services – Quality treatment at reasonable prices in Patna.

As the best arthroscopy surgeon in Patna, Dr. Gaurav is known for his friendly nature and dedication to patient well-being.

Advantages of Arthroscopy

✔️ Small cuts and minimal scarring ✔️ Less pain and faster recovery ✔️ Shorter hospital stay ✔️ Early return to work and sports

When Should You Consider Arthroscopy?

If you have chronic joint pain or swelling

If medicines and physiotherapy are not helping

If you have a ligament tear or cartilage damage

Consulting an expert like Dr. Ashwini Gaurav, the best arthroscopy surgeon in Patna, can help you decide if this treatment is right for you.

Why Dr. Ashwini Gaurav is Trusted in Patna

Dr. Ashwini Gaurav has earned the trust of patients in Patna and nearby areas for his expertise and successful surgeries. Many people recommend him as the best arthroscopy surgeon in Patna because of his excellent patient care and advanced surgical skills.

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Sports Injuries & Bone Health: Advice from the Best Orthopaedic Surgeon in Indore

Whether you're a professional athlete, weekend runner, or someone who just enjoys staying active, your bones and joints play a crucial role in keeping you moving. However, physical activity can often lead to injuries — and that’s where expert guidance becomes essential.

In this blog, we bring you valuable advice from the best orthopaedic surgeon in Indore, offering tips on preventing sports injuries, maintaining strong bones, and knowing when to consult an expert.

Understanding Sports Injuries: Why They Happen

Sports injuries are not limited to athletes. Anyone engaging in physical activities — from gym workouts to recreational games — can experience sprains, strains, or even fractures. These injuries typically occur due to:

Overuse or repetitive motion

Improper training or warm-up techniques

Sudden impact or twisting motions

Weak muscles or poor bone density

According to the leading orthopaedic doctor in Indore, the most common sports injuries include:

Ankle sprains

Knee ligament injuries (like ACL tears)

Shoulder dislocations or rotator cuff tears

Stress fractures

Tennis elbow or golfer’s elbow

These injuries, if not treated correctly, can result in long-term damage or limited mobility.

Expert Tips to Prevent Sports Injuries

Here are some valuable prevention tips from the best orthopedic surgeon in Indore:

1. Warm-Up Is Non-Negotiable

Never skip a warm-up. Gentle stretching and light movement prepare your muscles and joints for activity. It improves flexibility and reduces the risk of injury.

2. Use the Right Gear

Wearing the right shoes, braces, or sports equipment can offer proper support and reduce the chance of injury. Ensure your gear is sport-appropriate and in good condition.

3. Progress Gradually

Avoid jumping into intense workouts or activities without building endurance. Increase duration, intensity, and frequency slowly to prevent strain on muscles and bones.

4. Strengthen Supporting Muscles

Strong core and stabilizing muscles (like those in your hips and back) improve balance and reduce the load on joints.

5. Listen to Your Body

Pain is your body’s way of signaling a problem. If something hurts, don’t ignore it. Rest and consult an orthopaedic doctor in Indore if needed.

Maintaining Bone Health: The Foundation of Injury Prevention

Strong bones are key to preventing injuries like fractures or osteoporosis. Here’s what the best orthopedic surgeon in Indore recommends:

✅ Eat a Calcium-Rich Diet

Calcium is essential for bone strength. Include dairy products, leafy greens, almonds, and fortified foods in your diet.

✅ Get Enough Vitamin D

Vitamin D helps in calcium absorption. Safe sun exposure and supplements (if needed) are essential for bone health.

✅ Engage in Weight-Bearing Exercises

Activities like walking, jogging, or resistance training help maintain bone density and strength.

✅ Avoid Smoking and Excessive Alcohol

Both can weaken bones and interfere with the body’s natural healing processes.

When Should You See an Orthopaedic Doctor in Indore?

Don’t wait for pain to become unbearable. Consult an expert if you experience:

Persistent joint pain

Swelling or bruising after activity

Restricted movement

Pain that worsens with activity

Repeated injuries in the same area

Early diagnosis and treatment ensure faster recovery and prevent complications.

Treatment Options: What to Expect

As per the best orthopedic surgeon in Indore, treatment depends on the type and severity of the injury. Common approaches include:

Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation (RICE)

Physical therapy and rehabilitation

Medication for inflammation and pain

Bracing or support devices

Surgical intervention in severe cases (like ligament reconstruction or joint repair)

Thanks to advancements in minimally invasive surgery and modern rehab techniques, recovery is faster and less painful than ever before.

Why Choose the Best Orthopedic Surgeon in Indore?

Choosing the right orthopaedic specialist is crucial for effective treatment and long-term wellness. Here’s what makes the best orthopedic surgeon in Indore stand out:

Years of experience treating a wide range of sports and bone injuries

Personalized care with a focus on prevention and long-term outcomes

Use of advanced diagnostic tools and treatment methods

Supportive team of physiotherapists, rehabilitation experts, and nursing staff

Trusted by hundreds of patients for their expertise and compassionate care

Conclusion: Stay Active, Stay Safe

Playing sports and staying physically active is one of the best ways to lead a healthy life — but taking care of your bones and joints is just as important.

With expert advice from the best orthopaedic surgeon in Indore, you can enjoy your favorite activities without fear. Prioritize warm-ups, strengthen your body, and never ignore persistent pain. And when in doubt, consult a trusted orthopaedic doctor in Indore to keep your body moving safely and confidently.