The Secret - Alexia Putellas

39.

Thank you Eliza!!!

Erin was in pain. She instantaneously knew that something was wrong with either the joint or the bone of her wrist.

"Shit...", she winced as she got up, reaches for the ice spray and tosses it to Martha, who immediately noticed that there was something wrong with her colleague.

"What... Erin? Are you okay?", the black-haired asks, letting the doctor apply the ice spray to Ingrid, while she quickly moves over to Erin, noticing how tightly the blonde was clutching her wrist.

The mention of that name also made Alexia turn around.

The midfielder looks worriedly at her wife, while Irene, assisted by Lucy and Keira, finally managed to get the angry players under control.

"Shit Erin. I'm so sorry", Mapi quickly apologizes, but is shoved away by Alexia, who approaches the therapist with Irene in tow.

"What happened? Are you okay?", Alexia asks, her cheeks flushing as adrenaline is now pumping through her veins, the chaotic last few minutes not helping the dynamics of her team. And the fact that her wife seemed to have suffered an injury didn't make the captain feel any better.

All they wanted was for the referee to finally blow the whistle and bring the suffering to an end.

Looking up from her swollen wrist, face pale from the shock, Erin's eyes meet Alexia's hazel ones, and she wished for nothing more than to be held by her strong wife in that moment. But of course that wasn't an option.

She really was in pain, though.

"Red! Isn't it time to hand out some cards, ref?", the Barcelona captain demands in exasperation, shooting a scathing glare at the opposing defender, who obviously started the whole thing with a nasty, unnecessary foul.

The referee immediately agrees. The opponent is shown a red card, but that wasn't the only thing that happened. Because Mapi got one as well.

Fantastic.

That was unlucky, because it meant she would be missing in the first leg of the semifinals.

Maybe it would have been better if Alexia hadn't said a word. But she was indeed angry. With herself. With her team. Even with Mapi. And also with the opponents.

Hell of a day.

"You fucking serious, ref?", Mapi complains, clearly displeased with the referee's decision to give her a red card as well.

"Don't argue about it, Mapi! Just leave...", Alexia sighs annoyed, signaling for the defender to leave for the sidelines, before immediately turning back to her wife, who reaches for the medical bag using her healthy hand, while Martha and the doctor are helping Ingrid hobble off the pitch.

"Here... let me help you. Now watch me take that penalty kick for you", Alexia whispers, winks and snatches the bag from Erin, places it on the sidelines and offers her wife a small smile, before walking back on the pitch.

That little gesture made Erin's heart flutter, because even when angry, Alexia was still adorable.

Now bad luck seemed to have caught up on Alexia as well.

Because her penalty kick, which was supposed to be her comeback goal, sucked.

She was so motivated to score a goal. Plus, the blonde watching her made her want to score that damn goal even more. That way, at least one good thing could've been noted in this crappy game.

But Alexia failed.

The two-time Ballon D'Or winner only hit the post and the PSG defense was able to kick the ball away moments before the referee blew the final whistle.