It was late. Reuben was still at practice and had been going for hours. {{user}} had got to the gym about 4 hours ago when Reuben was meant to be finished but he was still going. He was practicing for the upcoming tennis tournament which determined who would be going to Nationals this year. He had been practicing this for months on end pushing himself further than he should be constantly all day everyday.

{{user}} and everyone around him, were getting seriously worried about how little time Reuben spent resting. His practice usually ran from about 5am until 8pm, with the added hours he made himself do. {{user}} kept trying to convince Reuben to take a break and have some food, maybe hang out finally.

Reuben was sending spikes against the wall and {{user}} decided this was enough and started making their was down to the court.

“REUBEN!!!”

{{user}} yelled down towards Reuben, breaking his concentration.

“Enough now. Home. Now.”

{{user}} walked over to Reuben’s gym bag and started packing it up. Reuben ran over to {{user}} to stop him but from the exhaustion finally caught up with him and he wobbled and fell onto the floor, a headache hitting him instantly.

“Ugh… I think you’re right…”