>after a quick heatup, green hopped her way out to eat her breakfast in the living room
>holding the burning hot pot with a wing as her other three hooves focused on movement
>once on the ~loveseat~, carefully positioning her bad leg on two pillows so the heel of her hoof was just floating above the floor
>and then proceeded to sprawl out, covering as much real estate as possible
>both front hooves dangling over the ends
>and using both wings to feed herself some of that piping hot oatmeal
>her facial expression was glued to the same satisfied post-nut-busting face that she always had when in maximum comf
>this stuff was made with love after all
>as her wing shovelled a spoonful into her muzzle, green glanced outside
>beyond the small porch, the brown and green terrain wrinkled up and away into the next ridge up
>tall, thick and pointy spruce trees standing tall at sparse intervals
>3/4 of their leaves and trunks washed in white sunlight under a crystal blue sky
>green had no idea what time it was, but it looked like the hour you finally rose out of bed on a lazy saturday
>11:30 was her guess
>every so often the trees did a little sway, starting with bundles of rustling leaves and carrying into an ever so slight wave in the spruce's trunks
>it looked like the AC was on outside and in
>green shovelled in another spoonful
>maybe in a bit she would go outside like her marefriend suggested
>but first, to do some public relations
>it was monday morning, and as far as her job was concerned she was running two hours late
>greens saddlebag was on the other side of the room. damnit.

>the jet black mare repeated the process of hoisting her injured body up and over to get her stuff, finally settling down 60 seconds later
>carefully stacking her leg pillows as she had them before
>now she can start PR
>her hooves are cold though
>which means she's cold
>and she doesnt know where the thermostat is, if this house even has one
>ugh, another mission
>green reluctantly accepted it
>back up
>over
>pluck the comfy time hoodie off the armrest
>and one sock...
>mother fucker.
>the other fell behind the ~ottoman~
>no way this thicc mare would squeeze the gap with crutches too
>gotta take the scenic route around the hangout setup
>there and back again
>and finally, for real this time, sprawled back out
>clothes on and successfully converted from cold mare to warm mare
>totally doesnt suddenly need to pee right now
>green whipped out her phone and flipped it open
>10:12, earlier than expected
>3 notifs in messages, no missed calls, and a couple bloatware shill notifications
>trying to ignore that she has to pee
>first things first, settle business
>itd be a lot easier to turn into business mode if she didnt have to pee
>tap through the menus to find her boss's number
>be really nice if she didnt have to-
>"UGH. FINE!" green dramatically threw herself back, waving the flag on having to get up for a third mission

>"Good morning, this is Green. Hows it going over there?"
>..
>"Good, good. Hey uh, you know how I took a little trip this weekend?"
>.
>"Well, uh, I blew out my knee again playing basketball and, uh, I'm kind of stuck at my friend's house in Fork 'til I can see my Doctor next Friday" 
>..
>"Yeah, appreciate it. I'll just eat the days if I have to. I've got my phone too if you really need me"
>...
>"How much PTO do I have anyways?"
>.....
>green fed herself another mouthful of oatmeal as there were only keyboard sounds on the other side
>...
>"Oh, sweet! Yeah I'll just use that, thanks."
>....
>"It's all on my desk."
>...
>"Was pushing about 180 last I tried, couldnt get it to stop burning oil though"
>...
>green laughed
>"Haha, well, 'the Lockheed way' am I right?"
>.....
>"Alright, well, my mm- friends getting back soon. Call me if ya need anything"
>...
>"Thank you thank you"
>.....
>"Awww, tell Wheely I said thanks."
>...
>"Alright, buh-bye."
>beep
>green closed her phone for no reason and floated it to her side
>and prompty consumed some more oatmeal
>green could see the bottom of the pot poking through
>shell polish it off soon

>time to check the texts
>2 from her teammates
>1 from deep rest?
>open the one from deep rest, sent on sunday
>"Hai Greenie! Good luck in your tournament! xoxo"
>followed by a very pixelated gif of equestria-famous earthball player J. Orden doing his famous dunk
>her and blue dream did hang out before she left, word mustve spread
>shelf that one for now
>next was from heat wave
>"u good?" sent this morning
>obviously not, but whatever
>time to start tapping some numbers
>"shits fucked need surgery"
>next text, from "crimson fucker"
>"Sup greem, dunks tonight?" sent saturday morning
>aint even in town chief
>"yea pull up im ready to go" just to fuck with her
>to greens surprise, heat waves response popped up at the top
>"damn"
>20 seconds later
>"we got bounced in qs in OT by skits"
>green pictured exactly how it ended. the Skits were a good team too, tough to play in the second round of playoffs
>"homage couldnt score?"
>"yep"
>as green was typing out a response
>"she fucked us on a turnover"
>green snorted
>wasnt the first time, and wont be the last
>"what was the score of my game"
>the real question
>"51-32 us"
>green pumped her hoof
>justice was served with both an on and off court ass whooping
>"nice."
>"that stallion couldnt walk straight after we were done with him XD"
>green rose an eyebrow
>word choice buddy, learn it
>time to move on to another thread

>greens phone slowed to a crawl as it loaded all the gifs in deep rests text thread
>this was more worthy of a phone call, but she knows deep rest cares, so she might as well drop the bombshell now
>"i actually got hurt" keep it short
>5 seconds later, her phone shook with a call from her bat friend
>green put it up to her ear
>silence
>"hello?" green answered
>"NOOOOOooooo GREENIEEEEEEE!" blasted through the phone, green yanked the phone away to save her eardrum
>deep rest's genuine despair echoed through the room
>"yeah..." green started blankly, "take a wild guess what happened."
>"what?"
>"my dumb ass ran to the same colt as one of my teammates and he crashed into me and i tore my LCL again."
>silence
>"OHHHhhhh poor filly! im so sorry green!"
>jeez, its not like her mom died
>"soooo liiiike, where are ya? are you ok? did you make it back to town?"
>"im in Fork right now, staying with my friend til i can see Grizz next friday-"
>"come on Greenie, we all know shes more than that" deep rest said joshingly
>green flushed purple momentarily
>"well ANYWAYS, ill be back for-"
>"whats her name?"
>green couldnt get the heat out of her cheeks
>"its morning glory..."
>"whats she like?"
>"shes a white and purple pegasus, kind of like rarity-"
>"going for the fashionistas huh?"
>"-nahhh shes not extra at all. shes actually, like, super sweet and smart, and... hot..."
>whys it so hot in here?
>no cut off from deep rest
>"she was kind enough to let me chill here for the next two weeks-"
>"whenre you gonna eat her carpet?"
>green spit out her nonexistant drink
>"UH-uhhh" was all she could sputter in a mix of caught off guard, turned on and embarassed
>deep rest cackled on the other side of the phone
>"im just messin with ya. be good now ok?"
>green was still recovering from the last comment
>"oh i will, say hi to dreamie for me ok?"
>"of course, mmmmmMWA!"
>green copied it
>"byeEEEE! HEY WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH-"
>must be on a nurse shift
>greens cheeks were still hot from getting seen right through
>best she finishes her oatmeal