if you’re doing what you’re able (фемслэш)

It's days like this that Casey regrets ever signing up for tee-ball as a child—regrets every game she played, every team she joined, every extra lap she ran around the track. She's been sitting at her desk for the last three hours staring down at her paperwork but getting very little actually done. Her knee is throbbing—her left one, her bad one, the one she tore the ACL in twice in three years. It hasn't been the same since high school and even now, over a decade later, the pain still flares when she least expects it.