𝘋𝘐𝘍𝘍𝘐𝘊𝘜𝘓𝘛-𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦

𝑴𝒊𝒍𝒂 𝑾𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒔

When the match started and I saw Skyler score the first goal, I felt incredible warmth within me and I don't know the answer to why. I was just proud of him.

What I've noticed is he was one of the best in the team and it showed in multiple factors. Most of the times the other boys, looked for Skyler to pass him the ball. He also was dogding a lot, way more than the others and of course, he was always successful.

For the millionth time in my life I was at a lacrosse game and for the first time, I genuenly enjoyed it and no offense to my brother, but I felt forced there, but here, watching Skyler play was different.

In the second quarter though, he was tackled pretty bad, fouled to be exact. My face fell when I saw him roll multiple times on the ground, stopping on his back. The crowd around me erupted. They started shouting and flipping the Seattle player, who by the way was sent to the penalty box.

While the boy left the pitch I looked at Skyler, who standing by the time, observing the people around the field, then his eyes stopped on mine. Heat flushed his already red cheeks and I couldn't help, but let out a small chuckle, when I saw his reaction.

***

Drawing close to the end of the game, Inoticed, that Skyler, wasn't able to run as fast as before. At first I thoughthe was just getting tired, but when I saw Skyler fall onto his knees, I feared I might faint. My heart kicked against my chest so hard, I genuenly felt lightheaded. And what was even more scary is when he didn't stand back up.

The referee immediately blew his whistle and rushed to Skyler, who was still on the ground, surrounded by Matt and coach, both of them asking what was wrong, but I think it was obvious, since he just emptied his stomach.

I was really worried, it was consuming every bit of my being and belive me when I say I wasn't thinking when I got through the railing deviding the field from the bleachers and ran towards the boy, who still couldn't get himself together, still on the ground, heaving and shaking in his whole body. Tessa followed me, shouting a few words at me, about what I was doing, but I think it was pretty clear, what my intentions were.

Not other than to know what was going on with Skyler.

So when I started to get close to them, I slowed my pace, not to crash into them. Arriving right next to Matt I looked down at the boy, who now was sitting on the ground, looking extremely pale and weak. The way he was sitting there, I knew he must be very sore.

'What's wrong with him?' the coach asked, crouching next to Skyler, who seemed to be completely oblivious about what was happening around him.

'He's sick.' Tessa said with a click of her tounge and a shake of her head. Though it was quite obvious that Skyler was sick, I was still confused. Why was he playing if he was this sick. Why did the coach let him play like this?

 Furrowing my brows I looked down at him. He was taking deep breath, trying to calm his seemingly exhausted body down.

'Someone take him to the dorctor's office, Ms.Clark will be there.' the coach said, looking between me and Tessa, because were the only was from the student department, that didn't need to stay to finish playing the match.

The tension that filled my body, when the idea crossed my mind was insane. My mind was reling, screaming at me to both take him to the office and to stay silent, because why would I take him there, when there's Tessa, who knows him way better than I do. If she takes him there, I would save me the awkwardness that would inevitalably occur if I'd be the one accompany him to the doctor's office.

But then on the other hand, I saw how vulnareable he was at that moment and I wanted to help him so bad, and that's why I spoke up first, on a gentle tone.