✦ ・ ˖ ࣪ . . . 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. : Harper Bennett. - Blog Posts

it  wasn’t  the  first  time  mason  had  ended  up  in  her  treatment  room  —  and  knowing  him,  it  wouldn’t  be  the  last.  harper  had  come  to  expect  the  combination  of  ego  and  deflection  that  followed  him  through  the  door,  all  six-foot-something  of  him  acting  like  every  injury  was  just  part  of  the  game.  "oh,  right,"  she  said  flatly,  one  brow  arching  as  she  examined  the  damage.  "so  this  doesn’t  hurt?"  she  said  applying  more  pressure.  the  wince  that  flickered  across  his  features  told  her  everything.  "yeah,  that’s  what  i  thought."  she  stepped  back,  exhaling  through  her  nose  as  she  moved  toward  the  cabinet,  gloves  snapping  off  her  hands  with  a  quiet  finality.  "mason,  this  isn’t  just  a  bruise  you  can  shake  off  on  the  court."  her  tone  wasn’t  cruel,  but  it  was  cutting.  "your  body  is  your  entire  job,  and  if  you  want  to  keep  doing  it  for  more  than  five  years,  maybe  start  listening  to  the  woman  who’s  literally  paid  to  keep  you  standing."  she  paused,  glanced  over  her  shoulder.  “this  might  even  be  out  of  my  hands,  mason.  and  if i’m  saying  that?  it’s  time  to  take  it  seriously.”  her  voice  dropped  slightly,  something  quieter  there.  “i  wish  it  was  just  me  being  dramatic.”

closed starter for @velvetysage ♡ ( loosely ) based on this !

"don't you think you're being a tad dramatic?" for all he knew, he could have a broken nose. instead of owning up to his mistake, he deflected, trying to bring some light to the situation. it was classic mason — never wanting anyone to be mad at him, despite creating a situation where someone should be. "it's not as bad as it looks. it barely even hurts."