Hospital Room 202

I guess we are going to be roommates.

Chapter 1

Ezekiel's P.O.V.

I tune out the huge roars of the audience in the bleachers, the commentary, everything until all I could hear was my own breath. I kick the ball with my foot nearly at the goal-post.

The score was a tie, four to four.

I glance up at the timer. We had thirty seconds left. If we win, we would be the champions of the season and I will leave high-school being the captain of the reigning champions. Apart from this, and much more importantly, it would help me incredibly with the scouts who were currently watching me like hawks.

I slide to the side, avoiding the oncoming player from the opposite team.

I take a miniscule pause, only a few miles away from the goal post. Almost out of reflex my body weight gets transferred into a perfectly practiced left-ward bend as I suspend my right leg in the air. Gathering up my strength I hit the ball to upper right corner.

But I couldn't see if it reached or not.

As the ball went swishing upon contact with my foot, my leg connected with that of the opposite team's midfielder.

I felt a piecing pain up and down, the epicenter being my knee. I clutched onto it hard in a dire yet futile attempt to somehow ease the pain, falling on my back.

Cussing under my breath I wait for the pain to subside, but there came no other sensation than that of pain. I couldn't see, I couldn't hear, and what escaped my mouth was nothing other than moans.

I know I was carried to somewhere; I know there were people around me. But I didn't know who.

I shrieked when someone touched my leg. And that happens to be the last thing I remember.

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When I opened my eyes next, I was in a room with a pungent smell of chlorine. White walls, blue curtains and a comfortable bed. I knew this place and honestly, by the very description, everyone does.

I couldn't move anything other than my eyes, which too, felt too heavy to move.

I close my eyes and press them together, trying to throw the blurs away.

I had been injured, I recall. I also recall cussing, which means it had to bad, I hate cussing otherwise. It most definitely was my knee, which becomes evident from both the coming back of memory and the dull ache I feel there.

I will myself to lift my head which could very well have been a watermelon. After a short while of struggle, I was able to pull it up enough to look at my knee.

The whole of my right leg was in a cast. On top of it were marks which could be nothing but stitches.

They had performed a surgery on my knee. Wow, I did not think it would be so big. I really hope this doesn't mean this game was the last one I would ever play.

I look around in search of a bell or a button, anything that would make someone come in and tell me what was going on.

Turning my head to the left I notice a girl sleeping on the bed beside me.

Her left leg was perched up on a pillow with a huge cast and yes, the similar marks on her foot.

She had beautiful blond hair, and from here I could the sharp jawline and a hint of her plump pink lips. She looked beautiful and so calm asleep. There was appeal about her, just in her appearance, and I was yet to see her eyes. I do not know if it makes me sound strange but I feel like eyes are the only part of your body that cannot lie which is exactly why I find eyes so intriguing. They are like gateways to your soul, and I was yet to see hers. But from the half a face in my periphery, I already was attracted.