Fists over Feelings

Haven't I given enough?

Trixie pulled up to the Miyagi-Do Dojo with a sigh, running her hands through her hair with a yawn. She barely got any sleep last night. Or the night before. Or the night before that.

Kreese's words plagued her mind and it didn't help that she had to study for the last minute essay's all the teachers managed to cram in before summer.

She almost ran into an old man, one with silver hair tied back into a slick ponytail. "Oh, sorry." She apologized, going to maneuver around him before the man called out her name.

"Beatrix, right?"

A nauseous feeling settled into her gut as she turned slowly to meet his gaze, "Yes? Do I know you?"

"So this is who Kreese was talking about." Silver smiled, "You seem the type to have some fire in you. A deep anger buried within."

"Do all Cobra Kai sensei's use the same words or is that just between you and Kreese?" Trixie frowned and Silver chuckled.

"Yep, you've got that fire in you. Reminds me of Nichols." Silver said and Trixie stiffened.

"I don't... I'm sorry, but if you're here to recruit me again, I'm still declining." Trixie crossed her arms.

"Oh, it's not anything like that. I'm simply complimenting you." Silver said, "I saw your fight during the All Valley last year. You looked as if... You were holding back."

"I-I... Wasn't holding back." Trixie said, unknowingly making herself look as small as she felt she was.

Silver shook his head, "That's not what I saw." He said, "I saw something carnal. Something internal going through your head. You remind me of me."

"I'm nothing like you. I don't know who you are, but stay away from me and Miyagi-Do." She said and walked away, brushing past Kreese who walked past her through the gate.

"Trixie, come on in." Daniel guided her inside to the rest of the students who stared at her restless state.

Trixie felt dizzy, a wave of nauseousness fell over her as she entered the house. "Hey... Who was that?" She asked and everyone shrugged.

"We're not sure. Sensei Larusso knows him, I heard him say his name was Silver or something like that." Hawl shrugged and Trixie nodded.

"Hey, you okay?" Miguel asked as the blue haired girl leaned on him for support.

Her vision started to blur, sounds around her faded, and her skin turned pale. Before she knew it, her legs felt weak, and she slumped to the floor, her body going limp as her mind fades into unconsciousness.

"Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah," Miguel caught Trixie from fainting. "Shit! Hey... Hey! Call 911!"

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Trixie stirred on the bed, her eyelids fluttering as she began to wake up. The sterile smell of the room and the soft hum of machines greet her senses first.

She felt disoriented, her mind foggy as she tried to piece together what happened. Slowly, the memory of fainting begins to come back. She had fainted at the dojo in Miguel's arms right after meeting that random old guy...

As she opened her eyes fully, she noticed the concerned faces of Patrick and Camille and the soft yet attentive gaze of a nurse by her bedside. "Hi, honey... Don't worry, nothing bad happened. You just fainted and were brought to the hospital as a precaution. There's no need to worry." The nurse gently reassured her. "How do you feel?"

"I... I feel alright, a bit groggy." Trixie muttered. The doctor came in and sat down in a chair, rolling it over to her.

"You might have fainted from dehydration and exhaustion or stress," The doctor explained, "I advise you to rest, hydrate, and take it easy for a while."