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Golf Ball was returning to the WTF bruised and bloody. From the look of her, it would be reasonable to assume she had just been in a tough fight against someone several times her size. But all she was doing was making an invention, and it had a lot of sharp pieces and things to trip over and she wasn’t being her careful self for whatever reason. No matter though, it was late enough in the afternoon that it was getting dark and the others would barely notice her.
Once she got to the WTF, the others immediately surrounded her in concern. They couldn’t see her state, just as she had expected, but they noticed that she was limping and struggling to exist in general.
“Oh, Golfie, who could’ve done this to you?” Bomby said, holding onto her tightly.
Golf Ball struggled herself out of his grasp, which didn’t do much because the others were surrounding her just as tightly.
“No one did, I was just working. And don’t call me Golfie, it sounds weird coming out of your mouth. Now let me go get the first aid kit.”
“I’ll get it, Golfie,” Nickel said, shoving Rocky over to her. “Rocky can keep you company until then.”
Rocky stared up at her and smiled. Golf Ball just glared at him and shoved him to the side before sitting down.
After five minutes, Nickel came back with the first aid kit and then he had to drag Bomby back from wherever he had wandered off to because most of the stuff would be better handled with hands. Nickel held GB still, Rocky just sat there to watch, and Bomby disinfected the cuts and bandaged them before putting an ice pack on a particularly bad bruise. She just sat there, still as can be.
Once they were finally all done with that, Golf Ball hobbled herself over to the WTF to sleep. It was way past their usual bedtime. The others followed her inside and got inside their blanket, and she took her place right at the edge. She didn’t really need any warmth, she actually preferred being cold after spending so much time in her stuffy lab. Nickel bolted upright after a while. He had a good idea.
“Hey, why don’t we put Golfie in the middle? That way she’ll feel better!”
“Oh, good idea, Nickel!” Bomby said, plopping her right between the two of them. He put Rocky right on top of her for some weight.
“Nope. No thank you.” GB remarked, going back to her usual spot.
“Aw man.”
In the morning, Golf Ball could barely move an inch. She had probably injured her back at one point yesterday, or maybe during the night when she rolled off in her sleep, and she was just really tired in general. The others just watched her struggle there for a while before saying anything.
“Are you ok?” Nickel asked.
“I can’t move.”
“Oh.” Bomby said, pausing for a bit. “Is it because you ate all that ice cream two nights ago?”
“Of course it isn’t! I just hurt my back.”
“Well, we can always just kick you everywhere!”
“Nickel, I swear-”
“Bweep. Bye, Golfie!”
And then she was off. She got kicked right back into the WTF, near where they usually slept. She immediately rolled herself a bit closer to the blanket they all usually shared and got herself under it and slept. It was the best she had ever slept.