Thread: Stories from the field (Charliesweb7 & CntDestyr)

She was a little nervous honestly. This was one of her first real assignments. It was training camp for the Miami Dolphins. Everyone seemed to have fun. Getting into the swing of things as they easily ran drills. Sure, there was a few bobbles here and there but they all worked like a machine. All of the cogs meshing to run a bigger item. Her rich green eyes looked the training facility. These things were always odd honestly. Like a big...bubble. Just a big marshmallow. Weird things... but it prevented the rain from getting in. And that was the point as Miami was known for lots of thunderstorms. They always had nice warm weather but thunderstorms. No place was perfect right? She was on the sideline, a pen and a small pad of paper. Yes, she looked like kind of a writer in her outfit. But she was a reporter. She was quite the stunner. Shining green eyes, silky chocolate brown hair. Her body was clearly something to look at. Her frame was that of a bombshell. The toned frame, long legs and large breasts along with a shapely rear. She was beautiful really. And the woman was not one to boast about it to everyone. There was a different between having confidence and being overly cocky. A body like hers took work. Eating right and making sure to stay in shape. She wasn't the lucky one that could eat like a horse and still be skinny. If only right? Because food was so amazing... And now she realized just how hungry she was. She really should have eaten a better breakfast. Or at least snacked on something... The woman wore a pair of charcoal slacks, wearing a pair of black pumps. Yes, not very conducive for standing on the sidelines. She wore the matching short sleeve jacket, cinching in at her waist and flaring slightly at her hips. She wore a nice teal colored satin tank, lace detail in a v-neck at the bust. It just so happened to match the teams colors. Maybe trying to make a good first impression? Possibly. Then again, who would she be trying to impress? Perhaps the man she was supposed to be watching. Number twenty two. The rookie running back out of the University of New Mexico The Lobos. Andrew Standish. But there was more reasons to be nervous than just her first assignment... When Amelia Kodie Cassadine was born, she had a heart defect. Ventricular Septal Defect is what it was called. Essentially there was a hole in between the wall of her left and right ventricles. She would need surgery rather soon to make sure that she would be okay. Once the surgery was done to close the hole, she had really no troubles for most of her life. She was able to do sports and act just like a normal child. She did sometimes have some murmurs and had to go to a cardiologist once a year to make sure she was alright with an echocardiograph. Life seemed to be perfectly fine for Amelia. Until she was fourteen. She got into a minor car accident. T-boned in an intersection while her family was heading to the grocery store. Just some minor cuts and bruises. But it was her insides that had issues. Somehow... she had ripped another hole in her heart. She didn't even know it for a while. She progressively got worse over a few months, declining rather rapidly. That is when she was in the hospital, them telling her she had another hole. Her heart was too weak for surgery for the hole to be closed. The only option left was a transplant. She was immediately put on the transplant list, hoping they could find a perfect match before time was up. Each day went by and they looked bleaker and bleaker no one was a match. She had to be put on a machine that kept her heart beating to keep her alive. Sometimes donors waited years before they got a transplant. She had months left. It seemed that she would die...until a tragic accident occurred. A thirteen year old boy was killed by a drunk driver in the town over. He just so happened to be an organ donor thankfully. And he turned out to be an exact match to Amelia. So she went into emergency surgery to have her new heart transplanted within hours. Of course her family was thankful that Amelia was alive now, however sad for the other family. Their daughter lived...but only because of the tragedy of another family. Losing their young child. It was something her parents were upset about. They wanted to contact the other family but could not due to privacy issues. They just wanted to thank them for giving their daughter a new life. So Amelia went on to live a normal life, only a small scar from the incision in surgery left to remind her physically. Well, it used to be much bigger but she made sure to put as much vitamin E and coco butter she could to diminish it. It had embarrassed her and she wanted to wear a bikini. She was an active swimmer and was able to do many things she never thought possible when in the hospital. Run a 5k race. Go rock climbing. Travel. But she wanted to meet the other family. It had been something that had been nagging her for a while. She wanted to thank the other family for their son giving her a new life. Maybe become close to them? Not that she could ever replace their son but hopefully they would possibly accept her. She just wanted to give a thanks. Simply. By doing a little research through articles, she was able to narrow down the accidents on that day. There was obviously a fair amount of accidents. Even fewer with fatalities. And only one with a thirteen year old boy. He had been driving with a friend and a friends mother. The boy, Derek Standish, had been in the back. And because of the impact, he was the only one to die. The others were in critical condition but pulled through. Through more searching, she found Andrew Standish, the older brother. The male who was exactly her age. Just a few days older than her. And she started reading articles about him. How he was a great running back. How he dedicated his playing to his little brother. All so sweet and caring... For the longest time, Amelia wanted to be a sports reporter. She loved sports, almost any kind. Well, MMA wasn't her favorite or wrestling. But basketball, football, hockey, baseball, softball, swimming, track, tennis. Anything. Something about the action and the hype that she loved. The way the crowd got all excited. The cheering, the chanting. The fan base. It brought people closer...it tore people apart. Just something about it was so intriguing. Maybe it was the fact that her father and brothers were big into sports. Their Sundays and other days were spent around the TV with football. She wanted to spend time with her father and brothers so that is where she would be found. After growing up in California, Amelia wanted a change. She had grown up in Texas, around Dallas, until she was nine years old or so. That is when she had moved to Long Beach. She decided to return to Texas for her degree. She went to the University of Texas, deciding to major in Communications and a Business double major with a French and Spanish minor. During her time there, she was an intern at a local station. It wasn't long before she got the break she had been wanting. ESPN. She knew she had made it. They were looking for a young reporter to go to either their Miami or Seattle office. Of course, she opted for the warm sand. It just also happened to be where Andrew ended up. After what seemed like hours of her writing down notes about strategies, they were wrapping up. She had noticed a few of the guys had been looking at her. Not like she wasn't the only girl there. But who knew. She finally locked eyes on Andrew. She lightly started across the field, noticing it was a little hard to walk on grass. Andrew Standish! She called out. Hopefully he would hear her and stop. Her heart was beating faster. This was the moment. The moment she had been waiting for for years. She was finally going to meet the brother. Then again, not like she was going to blurt out Hey, I have your brothers heart!... yes. Like that would go over so well. He would think she is a lunatic. Amelia moved a little faster, hoping not to sprain her ankle while trying to catch up. Andrew, could I please have a moment!? She called out to him.