One In A Million

Chapter 35

09/11/2014

Marco had started with a stomach flu on yesterday, so the team doctors warned him that perhaps he wouldn't be allowed to play the derby against Borussia Mönchengladbach if he wasn't showing any signs of improvement. Irony of the situation, as Roman also contracted that bad flu, indeed he was uncertain for the match. of course, that was a so annoying situation to Marco who hated to be put off the team for a sickness. But whatever it was called, a miracle happened, as he felt better, and recovering slowly. The treatment he had been given yesterday worked well on him sickness, allowing a speedy recovery, and he was finally given the green light to play.

At the stadium, I had my girls with, Sophia, Julia, Kaylee, Lisa. Marcel, Robin were present to show their support to the team and Marco indeed, as Borussia Dortmund wasn't at the best level. The dark series of lost matches by the team was getting more serious than ever, making them going deeper down in the Bundesliga ranking table. We had hoped for another miracle to occur, after Marco being fit to play in time, we deeply wished a win for Dortmund, but no, another home defeat had been written in thr book of fate for "Die Jungs". How was that even possible. Our team sucked at every level, precisely our defence line that so fragile due to Neven and Mats absence. We were so fucked. As if that recent defeat wasn't enough, Marco was left injured at the end of the game after hitting stupidly his foot against a panel. I prayed that it wasn't a serious injury, no, Marco didn't deserve another drama episode in his life. He been through too many depressive phases, especially for the world cup which had left some mind(cicatrices) and more fragile, no, that couldn't be a new injury, not again. As the doctors gathered around Marco to check on his foot, Sophia had me accompanied to the treatment room. Walking again through that way had me a sense of déja vu as I passed there to meet Marco after he went severely injured twi months ago. No, I couldn't thought that was going to happen once more. My sister as well was on the panic mode, expecting the worse. Above all of that, while waiting impatiently for Marco to come out from the doctors treatment area, additional source of matter added my already thick layer of sorrows, yes that text message sent by him reading "Awww poor Marco, I hope the injury is not that much serious, or maybe he's going to miss some games." Wicked messages, another strategy of his to make me lose ground. The more I was ignoring him, the more worsened was the situation. What would come next.??

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"I want to come at your's." That's what Marco said on a firm and strong manner after we met outside the doctors treatment. I couldn't leave him alone in his distress after being injured again. Maybe it was a good idead as he never came at mine, I hopes so. My apartment was far to be a luxurious place, compared to his house, mine was a paper box. Gosh, was it clean enough.?

Marco and Sophia had devoured the two extra large pizza we bought when we were on our way back home from the stadium. Poor thing. As much as that pizza had a sexy yummy appearance, I didn't feel like the enough appetite to fill my stomach with five or six slices of it. I preferred to drink a mug of the chocolate milk I had prepared for the two predators I had around, and ate two or three cookies, better having that instead of an empty stomach. Seeing Marco grief free relieved me, it really did. How could he not be smiling and put his mind at ease with my crazy sister around. She initiated him to her newest video game Alien Isolation, a horror game she bought three days ago. Even that Marco had claimed that he was a fan of horror movies, I was surprised to see those jumpy reaction from him, when the alien came to attack by surprise the character in the game, poor thing.

"Marco, may I request something.?" Sophia asked as her fingers were pressing the PS4 controllers buttons.

"Yes, sure." Marco said.