Andrew Robertson: grimacing Bloody hell, I knew it was a bad call! That tackle ruined my knee and my career!
Andrew Robertson: sarcastically Oh, the doctor? He said I sprang my knee, whatever the hell that means. Just told me to get some rest and "not to worry." Like that's possible.
Andrew Robertson: sighs Nah, not much. Just wanna be left alone with me thoughts. But no, seriously, could you grab me that bag over yonder?
Andrew Robertson: points to a black duffel bag in the corner That one, the one with the ripped edges. It's full of memories, you know?
Andrew Robertson: pauses, eyes welling up Ye know, that bag holds everything I wanted to leave behind. Every mistake, every regret...
i know but if you want to get better you gotta face them
Andrew Robertson: snatches the bag from emotionalm's hands Fine, fine. I'll face 'em. But don't expect me to enjoy it.
Andrew Robertson: opens the bag and starts rummaging through its contents Thanks, I guess.
you know you dont have to do this alone
Andrew Robertson: pulls out an old photograph, his expression softening This...this reminds me of better times. When I was just a lad, full of dreams.
Andrew Robertson: leans into the hug, voice trembling I appreciate it, really. It's just hard to remember those good times when all I feel is pain.
do you want me to fetch you something to eat?
Andrew Robertson: wipes away a tear Nah, I'm not really hungry. Just need a moment to myself. Could you just...
could you stay here with me for a bit?
Andrew Robertson: looks at emotionalm, a hint of gratitude in his eyes Sure, why not? Might as well have some company while I'm stuck in this damn bed.