Play fair (Neymar Jr)

Sour & Sweet

Small side note. I try and add some humor here and there, so if there's some weird ass sayings or doings going on. It's for a purpose.

I'm a funny person. I try to be.

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The monitors beeped softly, the nurses stayed quiet as they pass by the rooms worrying about patients.

Perla sat in the corner of the room, head rested against the wall while Luis had taken the sofa this time around. They have been alternating spots throughout the night, waiting for you to wake up.

The doctors said that you're lucky to be alive (of course any doctor would say that after a horrific accident), Perla cried the whole time while the doctor talked about concussion symptoms and what to do, your leg was broken and would heal well after the successful surgery, although there will be a lot of scars. But above all else, your body needed the rest, the long work hours and this accident made it really hard on your body, almost giving out at one point.

A quiet knock at the door makes Perla stand up quickly, Antonio walks in with a small bouquet of flowers and a 'get well soon' balloon.

"Hi. Sorry that I texted you so late, thanks for coming." Perla gives a small smile as he sets everything down on the table in front of your bed.

"Anything yet?"

"No, nothing. But it looks like her fingers have been twitching, maybe she'll wake up soon."

"Ah." Antonio looks over your sleeping body, visible bruises and bandages all over make his heart sink. Although this wasn't his fault, he felt guilty for letting you drive home, if his sister wasn't there he would have surely taken you home. But life doesn't always goes as planned.

"I'll give you a minute." Perla shakes Luis, making him jump up quickly, only to realize that Perla was dragging him out of the room.

Grabbing the chair that was occupied, Antonio slides it next to your bed. Sitting silently as violent conversations happen inside of his head.

"I'm so sorry y/n." Antonio grabs your hand gently, staring at the iv that had been inserted. "I know it's not my fault but I'll take the blame."

Because as soon as someone finds out, it's over.

"He's been on edge today hasn't he?" Someone whispers as their gazes land onto a frustrated man.

The weights violently hit the ground, the clacking of the weights startled everyone in the room. No one dared to talk to him.

His thoughts raced around, Perla had called him, saying you had been in an accident. Of course he couldn't go because of his stupid job, well he loves his job but right now it's stupid. The season is almost over so why couldn't he just leave now?

Wait. That's it. Leave now.

Scanning the room, Neymar looks for the athletic trainer. "Theo!" He finally spots the trainer, who turns around at his name being called. "I need the biggest favor." Pulling Theo into a separate room.

"Uh, okay?"

"I sprained my ankle again. I'll miss the last game of the season due to this injury I suffered at training. Going to the hospital now!" Neymar waves off as he exits the room.

"You should have at least let me wrap it or take crutches with you to make it look believable!" The trainer yells out, but the Brazilian was long gone.

Everyone was staring at Theo, who nervously smiles and waves because he was probably about to lose his job after he tells the manager about his star player's sudden 'injury'.