"Treating you the Way you Deserve" //Pedri Gonzalez

Cahoyer 28

Pedri's POV

We were in the locker room, the air electric with excitement after our win, but the mood shifted when Gavi walked in with a somber expression.

"Boys," he called out, his voice heavy.

"What's wrong, Gavi?" I asked, my heart sinking as I noticed the look on his face. He turned his phone around, and the room fell silent as we all leaned in to see the screen.

**Barca News:** *Camila García, Barcelona women's team number 8, has been badly injured. She was tackled after scoring an amazing goal in the 8th minute, but in the 60th minute, she went down and was taken off the pitch. For all we know, she hasn't woken up yet. She's been taken to the best hospital in Italy, and we're hoping she wakes up soon to be sent back to Barcelona.*

The words hit us like a punch to the gut. I felt the color drain from my face as the weight of the news settled in. Gavi was injured, and now Camila...

"I can't believe this. She was amazing out there," Ansu whispered, shaking his head in disbelief. The usual banter and laughter of the locker room were replaced by a heavy silence.

"Guys, what are we going to do?" Ferran asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Only one of us can go."

"I think Gavi should go," Fermin suggested, glancing at our friend, who was still processing the news. "He's the only one who can't play right now."

"Yeah, I'll go," Gavi said, but there was a tremor in his voice. I could see the conflict in his eyes—he wanted to be there for her, but the weight of the situation was palpable.

The rest of us stood in stunned silence, each lost in our thoughts. I felt a surge of jealousy and guilt. I had been so focused on my feelings about Camila, my jealousy towards the guys around her, and now she was hurt. It felt so selfish.

"Camila's strong," I finally said, trying to hold onto hope. "She'll pull through this. She always does." But even as I spoke, doubt crept in. What if she didn't?

The room was filled with unspoken fears and worries. Ale looked down at his phone, text messages flying in as everyone started reaching out to her, hoping for any sign of good news.

"I just wish I could be there for her," I admitted, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "She shouldn't have to go through this alone."

"Let's just be ready for whatever news comes next," Joao said, trying to rally us. "We need to support her, whatever it takes.

Gavi's POV

I had just landed in Italy, adrenaline still coursing through my veins. I grabbed a car and headed straight to the hospital where Camila was being treated. Once I walked in, I approached the front desk and told them I was a family member—after all, I was practically family now.

As I entered her room, my heart sank. There she was, lying peacefully but so still, hooked up to monitors. Seeing her like that made my chest tighten with sadness.

Just then, a doctor walked in. "Mrs. Gavira?" he asked, looking at me expectantly.

"Yes," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Camila suffered a serious head injury during the game. She should wake up in two days or more. Someone from her family needs to come to pick her up to change her back to Barcelona with you."

I felt a wave of relief mixed with worry. "Thank you, sir," I said, sitting back down next to Camila. I took her hand in mine, hoping she could feel my presence even in her unconscious state.

After a moment, I pulled out my phone to call Pedri. I needed him to know what was happening.

"Hermano 🇮🇨🙄," he answered, his voice sounding anxious.

"Yess, Gavi. Do you have any news?" he asked quickly.

"Yes, hermano. She suffered a really bad head injury when she got kicked in the head. They said she should wake up in two days or more."

I could hear the worry in his voice. "Oh," he replied softly, the weight of the situation settling in.

"The team is going to send all of you her stuff," I added.

"Yeah, we'll get it when it arrives," he said, trying to sound optimistic.

"Someone from her family is coming to help me take her back to Barcelona," I explained.

"Okay," Pedri said, "Well, call me if she wakes up."

"I will. Bye for now."

"Bye, Gavi."

As I hung up, I glanced back at Camila, wishing I could do more than just wait. All I could do was hope she would wake up soon and that she would be okay.