Football One Shots

Neymessi

Very short and not editing but I hope you still enjoy!
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Neymar liked to believe he was rather good at holding in his pain. Theatrics had been a big part of Neymar's game at Santos, and was arguably still. So when he was truly in pain, many spectators (even the refs) rolled their eyes. Leo had approached him before telling him, "Try your best to stay on your feet Ney. We have to keep the ball moving." Neymar would do anything to make Leo happy, even if Leo hadn't noticed, so he promised himself he would do his best to stay on his feet against Granada. Going into the game, Barca was confident for a win. Everyone felt great in the locker room, and that energy carried out to the tunnels and onto the field with them. In the line-up, Neymar found himself in his usual spot, right beside Leo.
"Are you ready Leo?" Neymar bounced excitedly, only a few nerves shaking him.
"I believe so." Leo gave Neymar his small smile, the one that seemingly never came out except when Neymar was around, as if it was reserved for his eyes only.
"I'm gonna do my best Leo. To stay on my feet." Neymar was eager to please.
"Just play your game and you'll do fine." Leo reassured, allowing his smile to slip from his mouth as the opposing team made their way down the line.
Neymar kept true to his word and did his best to stay on his feet, only going down when an elbow was thrown too hard or his leg(s) were swept out from under him, and even then he did his best to pop back up, only letting the pain bother him for a moment.
By half time, Barca were up by 3, Neymar scoring one and Leo getting two of his own. In the locker room the energy stayed the same and Ney found himself jumping around and talking to almost everyone.
"How many do you think we'll get this half? I hope it's a lot!" Neymar leaned against Leo, wrapping his arm over Leo's shoulders and pulling him close.
"I don't know. We'll see Ney." Leo gave him just a glimpse of that smile before pulling Neymar to the tunnel.
The second half started off well with Leo bagging his third for the hat trick. The celebration was as joy filled and intimate as usual, with Leo jumping into Ney's embrace and holding him tightly.
As the game began to approach the last 15 minutes, Neymar found himself itching to get his brace and celebrate one more time with Leo and the team. The center of the field became more open, despite Neymar pinching into the middle. With his eyes trained on the ball, which had been growing closer to the box, Neymar subconsciously jogged towards the goal. Out of nowhere, he was falling to the ground as he felt his throat burning and his breathing became difficult. Siqueira crossed his vision as he seemed to slither away before the ref looked over.
"Hey! Ref!" Neymar could vaguely hear Iniesta yelling, but that was the least of Ney's worries as he tried to catch his breath. Panic seemed to be crawling up his spine, making its way to his chest.
"Neymar. What's wrong?" The medic kneeled beside him and tried to assess his injury, but Neymar was struggling too much to speak.
Through his forming tears, Neymar could vaguely make out Leo, who stood over him. Neymar could also catch the slight frown and quick eye roll Leo gave. He was just like the rest of them.
"Neymar." The medic asked again, but Neymar could feel himself growing dizzier.
"Neymar. Come on. What did we talk about?" Leo seemed to not be convinced with Neymar's "theatrics", but Neymar so desperately wanted someone to help him *breath*, that he didn't care in the moment who believed him.
Neymar's hands soon gripped the medic to his left as he began convulsing slightly, truly trying to get anything into his lungs.
"We're going to have to intubate and get him to San Rafael quickly." Leo's eyes grew as he watched them position Ney's head back, opening his jaw and pressing something into his mouth. When a large tube was handed to the medic, he positioned it with the metal gauge before pressing and pushing it all the way into Neymar's chest. An air bag was then attached and the second medic squeezed at a rhythm. Neymar's eyes seemed to flicker open and close as his head lulled slightly. "What? What's happening to him?" Leo finally got words out as he reached out to touch Ney's soft curls.
"He's fractured his larynx and his throat is swelling rapidly." The medic informed as the ambulance was spotted pulling onto the field.
"Neymar? Hey, you're gonna be alright. I'll be at the hospital as soon as possible. This will all be fine." Leo was on the ground with Ney, holding Neymar's shaking hands in his own shaking pair.
"You'll be alright. I promise." Leo brushed through Ney's curls as they waited for the ambulance to take out the stretcher.
"You'll be ok..."