"Ouch.Ouch,"I say as I bump into another wall.
"Walk straight,"Mikenna orders & grips my arm.I don't know why,but I feel my cheeks burn.
"I hope you know where your going,"I say.
"Even if I don't know any other place—which I do—I at least know the way to the medical room very well,"she says as we climb up the stairs.My right eye is blocked by the ice bag & the left one is clearer than the right one now.
"Don't you have to kno—"I stop as Mikenna just steps inside the room.
"Who is so intalectless to—"The medic stops as he looks at us,more like Mikenna.
"Hello Mr.Ramirez,"Mikenna smiles at him.Not the genuine one she used this morning.This one has atwinge of evilness in it.
"Good morning Miss Santiago.How can I help you?"Sebastian—the medic—asks then turns to me & sighs.
"Got hit in the face with a ball,"Mikenna says & lets go.
"Come here,"the medic says & I bump into something.
"Blurry vision,"Mikenna comments & they help me to sit on the bed.The medic moves the ice bag & examines my so called wound carefully.He goes & brings a box.Mikenna sits on the edge of the bed sunken in her phone again.
I think it's time to finally focus on the wound.I stay very quiet & still as the medic starts dabbing on the wound.Mikenna yelps as I grab her arm unintentionally.
"Sorry,"I say taking it back.
"It's okay..if you don't have any manicured sharp nails,"she says & holds her hand out as I laugh.
"Thanks,"I say gripping it again & she goes back to her phone.I look at her from the corner of my eye.I know Mr.Santiago was kinda old,but Mikenna looks nothing like him.I wonder how much the age difference is.
"How old are you?"I blurt out.
"Uh,23,"she says still looking at her phone.
"Something coach said..about Ar—""1 and half years ago,"she cuts me off.
"Ow.."By the urgency in tone,I guess this topic's personal,so I let it go.
"Is he good enough for the day after tomorrows match?"Mikenna asks.
"He should be.It's just a bruise.About the blurry vision,look at the light son,"the medic says holding my eye open & points a torch at my eye.
"You can let go now,"he points at my arm with the torch & turns around.I quickly let go.
"Thanks,"I smile at her & she smiles down at her phone.
"You can go back to practice now.But I'll advise you to give the eye some rest when practice is over.Take some Tylenol if your dizzy again,"the medic says & I thank him.
"Thank you Mr.Ramirez.Goodbye,"Mikenna says & we walk out.
"So,23 & the president of one of the biggest FC's..Must be stressful,"I say & she smirks still looking at her phone.She's gonna need glasses if she keeps that up.
"No one says anything that your always on your phone?"I blurt out again.She turns the phone to me & I say,"Oh."
It's some e-mail with FCB's seal.She turns it back to her.
"Work while there's nothing to do,play while there's work to do,"Mikenna grins & I smile.
"Nice moto,"I say.
"Better get back to practice.Tell Martinez that I'll be in my office & I'll talk to him before the meeting,please,"Mikenna says in a formal tone.
"Sure,"I say.
"Good day Mr.Bartra & good luck,"she says walking away & I stare behind her.She is tall for a girl,she reaches just to my ears.
I sigh & walk back to the field smiling to myself.
