"Man Up"

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[[left|43]]

the pain's dulled your mind so much that everything after the end of the fence is [[gone|49]] from your memory.

and the [[concrete|30]]

you feel [[nothing|1]]

until the hospital.\nwhere they tell you that walking on the torn muscles in your leg pulled a chunk of bone away with them, [[and you'll be in a cast for weeks|50]]

[[left|46]]

and [[slowly|25]]

[[SLOWLY|26]]

[[sit|27]]

[[UP|28]].

"come on, mate.\n[[man up|21]]."

[[he's|22]] not going to help you do it.

he's going to stand there, until the fear subsides and [[you|23]]

move your [[legs|24]]

[[RIGHT|47]]

[[man up|48]].\nIt's not that far now.

[[left|45]]

[[RIGHT|44a]]

you don't remember him actually leaving. \nhe's just gone, and you're alone again.\n[[You|29]]

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16 year old [[body|41]]

along the fence, using it as a crutch\nputting any weight on your foot sends a hot, white [[pain|42]] through your leg

[[nothing|2]] but the rough concrete against your face

until your body remembers how to breathe, and sucks in [[as much air as it can hold|4]]

[[at first|3]]

and <bold>[[SCREAMS|7]]</bold>

and [[screams|5]]

and the screaming doesn't stop. the pain and fear stops your body doing anything else as you look back at the staircase, as if [[there must be some piece of you still left there|8]].

a [[teacher|10]]

"Man Up"

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it could be worse.

[[right|44]]

[[broken|40]],

you drag your [[fat|39]],

eventually [[someone|9]] comes

a [[man|12]]

a [[stranger|11]]

"come on, mate. [[man up|14]]."

and he offers the only [[words|13]] he knows how to give

you look [[up|16]] at him

"it was just a little fall.\n[[pick yourself up|15]] and head to the infirmary"

[[for|18]]

and he looks back at [[you|17]]

[[eternity|20]]

[[an|19]]

man [[up|32]].

come on, [[mate|31]].

and there's still a [[long way|38]] to go.

[[no one else|37]] is gonna do it for you

drag yourself all the [[fucking|36]] way

drag, step by [[step|35]]

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You [[drag|34]]

because the infirmary is back up those [[fucking|33]] stairs.\n

Gritfish

but [[man up|51]].