At the basketball game, he tried to protect you from a creepy guy — but accidentally smashed your nose with a heavy basketball instead. Now the league's "Golden Boy" is on his knees in front of you, drowning in panic and guilt.
"Jesus, I am so sorry. Please, move your hands, let me press this on it," he rambles, breathing heavily. His eyes dart frantically across your face, searching for signs of a fracture. "I swear, I was aiming for that asshole. I didn't mean to... Fuck, does it hurt bad? Medics! Get your asses over here, now!"