||| DISCONTINUED ||| Soccer Sisters {Neymar Jr/ Chicharito}

Part One- 24. Dreams

June's POV

I shift uncomfortably in the chair I'm currently trying to fall asleep in. Neymar's fingers are intertwined with mine. He's currently sleeping slightly facing me. Even in his sleep, I can tell that he's in an immense amount of pain despite the many anti-pain drugs he's on and the splint he's in so he won't jar his back.

I can't imagine how it must feel. I slightly shudder at the thought of fracturing my back. It's scary. He was almost paralysed. That would change so much about us and our relationship. I would never leave him. I couldn't. He's too big a part of my life. Nothing would ever make me stop loving him any less.

Our relationship is strong. We take care of each other. We love each other. The support is there. He's been a rock for me when I truly needed him, and he knew I would always be there for him. This is one of those moments where he will need me more so now than ever before.

We're leaving Fortaleza with the rest of the team tomorrow afternoon. While they go to Belo Horizonte to play Germany, Neymar and I are going to São Paulo. I'm anxious because I know this is going to be really hard on him because football is his life. It's going to be a big part of our lives. I don't know how to help him, and that scares me.

"I love you," I whisper and kiss the back of his hand.

I sigh trying to get comfortable again, but no position is too comfortable in the chair. I bounce my knee unable to sleep. I look at my phone and decide I need to call Javier. I need to talk to him. I need advice. I need my big brother. I would call Ma but she's busy right now with the Colts. I gently let go of Neymar's hand and walk over to the other side of the room. I sit down on the window sil and look out at the gardens. Pressing three on speed dial, I watch as his picture appears on the screen before holding the phone up to my ear.

Javier is one of the only people who can calm me down from having a panic attack. The other being Neymar and Daddy. Neymar is currently sleeping in a hospital bed, and Daddy is six feet under in Indianapolis, so I don't have any one else to turn to.

Javier's POV

I'm sitting in the airport in San Jose, Costa Rica with my team getting ready to go back to Mexico when my phone starts to ring. I see June's picture show up on my screen. I quickly answer, knowing that she probably wants to talk. I mouth 'sister' to Gio when he looks at me curiously.

"June. How are you? How's Neymar?" I answer quickly.

"Javi," she whimpers, and I hear her voice already cracking.

"Hermana," I whisper, "What's wrong, sweetie?"

"I- I'm scared, Javier," June admits and starts to cry. I close my eyes and nod.

"Baby," I mumble, knowing she's about to have a panic attack if she isn't already there.

"I'm scared about Neymar and I don't know what's going t-t-to ha-happen and I'm freaking out and I don't know what to d-du-do," June cries hysterically.

"June. June, sweetie. Breath, breath."

"Javier!" She wails.

"JUNE! Take a deep breath with me. Inhale two, three, four. Hold one, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Out two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. And again. Inhale two, three, four. Hold one, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Out two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight," I instruct. I hear June hiccupping along the way.

"Javi," June whimpers again.

"Feeling better?"

"A little. What should I do, Javi? I don't know. I'm only 18."