"Mami! Papi!" Sofi calls as she opens the door, poking her head outside.

The couple enter the room just as Camila is covering her stump back up, so she doesn't notice the people following them.

When she does, though, her eyes go wide and her smile makes another appearance.

"Guys!" She calls out, holding her arms out to her teammates who have shuffled into the room, each holding a bouquet of flowers, some photos, stuffed animals, or a big card.

She gives each of them a tight hug and then looks around herself at them with eyes filled with what looks like wonder.

"What're you all doing here?" She asks, subconsciously bending her full leg so that it might look as though both were crossed.

"We wanted to visit our bestie, is that not allowed?" Taylor, a cheerleader who often skipped the boy's football games to watch the girls play soccer, retorts and puts a hand on her hip, wearing a pout to hide her grin.

"How bad is it?" Jessie questions, not giving Camila time to send a just-as-sarcastic remark back to Taylor.

"It's, uh..." is Camila going to tell them right now? Can she? She looks over to the door for support and receives a reassuring nod from each of her family members that are there right now, "It's pretty bad."

There. She isn't lying...

"How bad, Camila?" Gigi, the goalie (yes, there's a chant due to the way that rolls off of the tongue), is just as serious as Jessie and she leans forward to place a gentle hand on Camila's arm.

"It's really bad." Camila splutters, leaning forward slightly to bury her face in her hands as she holds back the tears once more.

"Come on, Mila; it's not like you broke your legs or something." Dinah, ultimate defender if not a tad aggressive, points out impatiently, but that's when Camila sobs.

"Oh my god, did you?" The Polynesian instantly tries to pull her words back but it's too late, Camila is all but wailing.

"Walz, I'm so sorry. I- I didn't mean to." Dinah apologises as some of the other girls rub her back to try and calm her down.

"It's okay." Camila tries, sitting up and looking at the ceiling for a moment to stop herself from crying. She takes a deep breath and looks around at the girls, most of them offering encouraging looks in return.

"I did break them- well, one of them- well, shattered it... they, um... couldn't-" she decides that the words obviously aren't working too well so she slowly moves to pull the blanket away for the second time that day. She usually only does it when absolutely necessary, like when the nurses need to change the dressing or check the drain.

Once it's out in the open, the bandage's stark white sharply contrasting with her tan skin, she hears a loud gasp echo around the room and knows it came from nine different mouths.

"It's pretty bad." She repeats with a nervous laugh, and the other girls seem to lean in at the same time for a better look.

"Damn, girl! Are you ever gunna play again?" Mary Lou blurts out, and Camila forgives her because the girl really doesn't have a filter. The others, however, send her harsh glares. Well, apart from Dinah who slaps the back of her head.

"I- I don't know." Camila manages to explain, "We're looking at options for prosthetics that'll allow me a little athleticism but, I don't think I'll ever be able to play."

The girls deserve to know, she thought. They are, after all, losing their captain and top goal scorer. She'd have to tell Coach Edwards too at some point.

There's a brief moment of silence before anyone speaks up again, and it's Elvis. Her real name is Ellis, but her pompadour hairstyle and the fact that their names are so similar is what earned her the nickname.

"These are for you." She says almost solemnly as she gestures to the flowers in her hand. The others nod and Camila looks over to her mother who is now pointing towards the window sill, where Camila tells them to put them. As they put their flowers, stuffed animals, and occasional small box of chocolates out of the way, she covers her lost leg back up and shimmies further under the blanket to be comfier.

"Mila..." Sarah sighs sadly but when Josie, her girlfriend and the only reason she's on the team, connects their hands she smiles a little, "Here." She offers, holding the big card out to the Latina.

Camila nods reassuringly and takes the card which has a group photo of her whole year on the front, standing near the soccer goal. On the top half of the card are the words, 'Get Well Soon!' written neatly in marker. She purses her lips as she carefully opens the card to reveal a plethora of well wishes and signatures inside.

"Can I see?" Sofi questions, now trying to get through the soccer team to see her sister. The girls make a pathway for Camila's family who stand at the side of the bed and look over her shoulder at the card.

A lot of people made some sort of pun about soccer, which made her heart clench; Some people said a simple 'get well soon' or 'we miss you'; Some left just their name;Some drew pictures; but one in particular catches her eye.

It is down in the corner of the card and she would've missed it if there hadn't been another slip of paper taped over it.

'You're strong, you'll make it.' Is all the message says, and she frowns at the lack of a name or any identifying feature. She smiles, though, at the words. They're not as cheesy or cliche as most of the others are.

"That's... that's not supposed to be on there." Jessie frowns slightly, moving to take the taped paper from the card but Camila pulls it out of her reach.

"Someone wanted me to see it." She shrugs and tears it from the card carefully. The room falls into a strange sort of silence, filled with anticipation and confusion- well, until Lucy and Mallory, a set of twins who don't quite get along all of the time, start shoving against each other in the corner. None of the others had seen how it'd started as simple shoulder-budging, but now it's a fight to the death, or so it seems.

"Hey, chill out." Josie tries to control the pair and the others soon join in on the attempt to stop the arguing twins.

Camila doesn't pay them any attention as it is all taken up by the folded paper in her hands. Carefully, she unfolds it to reveal a drawing of her. The sketchy lines make it a little difficult to comprehend but there, sure enough, is a picture of her shooting, left leg up in the air as she leaps from the ground and the ball curling into the top right corner of the goal.

She's seen those sketchy lines before, they feel familiar, but she doesn't know where.

Still confused and wondering where the drawing came from, she turns back to the cover of the card and looks over the faces in the picture as though someone will spark her memory.

Then, as though someone flicks a switch in her mind and a lightbulb is lit, her eyes fall on the person she's looking for.

Lauren Jauregui.

But surely she wouldn't write a message like that to Camila, or take the time to draw her? She barely even spares her a glance in the halls. If anything, she'd be the one to skip school to avoid having to take part in this whole card. Maybe the fact that Camila has a raging crush on the girl is skewing her logic a little, but the mere idea of the green-eyed goddess putting any effort into something like this for her makes a giddy smile cross her lips.