A Unique Crossover

Chapter117: Difference between right and selfish

Jared, Riley, Logan, Ryan, Timmy, and David were laying on the floor. Panting heavily like race dogs who were chasing a deer on a hunt. Their t-shirts drenched in sweats while their hair were mostly matted.

Jimmy was sitting on the bar chair, watching the brutal training session that I was giving the guys. Taking pictures and short videos, sending them to our team's group chat.
Which lead to most of them replying that they prefer having Coach Richard training them, instead of me.

"Do you guys still want to hung out with me?" I sarcastically asked, which has been a little jab that I would throw at them. Having them reconsider not listening to Coach Richard about spending the day with me.

I know he meant well, but I wasn't too injured. To be treated like I was hospitalized from just a damn faint.
I didn't even feel injured. Yes, there were times where I would get dizzy or lightheaded for a minute. But it wasn't too bad that I couldn't training.

The mere fact that I had to do this small training session in the penthouse was suffocating.
I felt like a prisoner, sentenced for a little, mediocre time out like a toddler.

And the countless times of everyone jumping and rushing to my side whenever I get wobbly was tiring.
I've already accepted that Haylie and Cameron will be the two helicopters hovering over me. But to have these guys and David hovering, treating me like I'm some live-action china doll is starting to push my patience.

As much as I'm grateful for their concern of my well-being, I don't want to be treated like a helpless baby.

I'm forced to do only ten rips of  sit-ups, push-ups and other exercises by all of them and my body.
Watching them do fifty rips of everything made me jealous of them and frustrated with my body.

Of not being able to push myself, knowing that I could. Having my body making me take a break to catch my breath, to not go over ten when my vision started blurring.

Not wanting to take my frustration out on anyone who's taking care of me, I started texting Roselyn. If there's one person who will understand what I'm feeling, it would be her.

One year, she had to sit out training due to an injury. A bad tackle that led to a twisted ankle. Knowing what it's like to feel completely useless and weak when the body demands rest and recovery.

Roselyn: "I know you're angry at your body, but you'll be on the field, playing again. Take the break."

Me: "I'm trying. But I feel so coop up in this penthouse, I just want to be outside."

Roselyn: "Then go for a walk, just don't overwork yourself. I'm sure the helicopters will take you if you just tell them."

Me (1): "I'll ask after the boys are done training."

Me (2): "Are you and the gang close to San Francisco yet?"

The team and I were allowed to invite our families and friends to watch us compete in the tournament. Most of the teams' had their loved ones come during the knockout stages. Our team didn't want theirs to come and watch us fail. The final match was the one that they wanted to share with their special supporters.

So, I've asked Dad, Johnny, Rebecca and Andy if they would like to come. My niece and nephews always liked watching me play soccer matches, so to have them along would be the best.

When Athena's girls were helping me whip the team in shape one training session, I've told them about the tournament. As well as keeping them updated with our progress.