((play as Andrew))

Today's training session with the foxes was intense, with the sound of thunderous blows of the ball and shouts echoing across the pitch. Kevin was furious, pressing the team mercilessly, forcing everything out of them. In the din, Neil noticed one of the foxes, going too far with his power, miss

The ball bounced off the boards and arced, hitting Andrew in the temple. At the same time, there was a dull sound, like a glass dome cracking. Andrew staggered for a moment, frowned, instinctively running his fingers over his temple, searching for blood leaks. But a split second later, he took a sharp, deep breath and squealed in pain. Neil, without wasting a single minute, quickly ran to Andrew

-Andrew...Josten's voice was full of anxiety and despair

-be quiet...Minyard replied in a trembling voice with a mixture of irritation and weakness

Andrew took a step back but suddenly lost his breath, his fingers involuntarily clenched into a fist and after a few seconds he vomited. At that moment all the foxes held their breath

-To the hospital Kevin spoke up, catching Andrew so he wouldn't fall over

                              *

The hospital corridor was quiet at night, Neil was not allowed into Andrew's room

-the patient needs rest, complications are possible the doctor said in a dry and distant voice

Rest? What was rest when Neil's heart was beating with incredible force from anxiety? He sat on a cold plastic chair in the corridor, watching the clock hand. He didn't eat, drink, or move, he just waited, feeling the emptiness in his chest only growing

                              *

The morning sun was just beginning to penetrate the syrly corridors when the doctor finally let the visitor in. Neil, still holding the phone in his hand, entered the ward, Andrew was lying on the bed. He was paler than usual, with a bandage at his temple, but alive

Neil sat on the edge of the bed, the sight of Andrew in such a state was something he could never imagine, and now please