the incident

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"Fernando?" I asked buffed as I opened my door. I was really pissed that I couldn't join the team on their trip to Dubai but Iker insisted that I should stay in Spain and that they would come home as soon as possible to celebrate Sylvester with me.

"Surprise!!!" The gorgeous Spanish striker smiled humble when he looked through his long eyelashes and keep me stunned with his comforting brown eyes. I hugged him tightly and offered him to step in. It was then when I saw that the brown haired striker was accompanied by no other then Sergio Ramos. "How long are you staying in Madrid and why aren't you in Dubai with the rest of your squad?" I asked when we sat down in the living room. I offered them a glass of expensive Italian wine which they both happily accepted.

"I'll stay for ever" the handsome Spaniard smiled with a cheeky smile towards Sergio.

"WHAT??" I nearly spilled my glass of wine all over my tablecloth out of surprise.

"I'm staying in Madrid. I signed at Atletico for the coming season" he smiled, he seemed to be genuine happy about his transfer to Spain. I hugged the striker again. "I'm so happy that your finally back home" I said with tears of happiness in my eyes.

"Yes, finally Home" he whispered softly into my locks as he stroke his thumb over my face to prevent the tears from curling down my cheeks.

I sat back on my chair, still smiling like an idiot which the number nine reciprocated. Even Sergio joined our happy round. It was until then that none of realized that my doorbell rang.

"I hope this isn't some prank of the neighbours' children because this jokes getting old after the fifth time this week" I sighted and got up to open the door. The person in front of my door rang my bell like a maniac and I was getting annoyed by the time I drew the key. "Are your serio-" I started until I saw a drunk Cristiano Ronaldo in front of my door. That were two things that didn't match up. Cristiano couldn't be drunk. He was never drunk.

Behind the Portuguese was a worried Iker Casillas accompanied by Gareth Bale who watched carefully that our number seven didn't hurt himself in his drunken state. In the corridor of the house were by now nearly the entire RM squad which got me slightly off guard. I let the striker in and waved the rest to join him while overthinking if everyone would match in my little apartment.

Contrary to what I first feared it wasn't the whole squad who stood in front of my doorstep. When everyone gathered around in my living room and some of them even greeted Fernando. I rushed over to Iker who appeared from out of my bedroom where he had left Cristiano. "What happened?" I asked worried because no one seemed to want to talk to me. Not even James who looked like a lost puppy when he sat down on my couch.

Iker had problems to find the courage to talk and it was Karim who told me finally what happened. "There was an incident on our way back from the airport. Our coach got in an car accident and-" It was only than that I registered that some important persons missed.

"WHERE IS ISCO?" I cried out loud. Tears streaming down my face. "WHY ARE YOU ALL HERE? WHY IS NO ONE WITH HIM?" I yelled while clutching at the goalkeeper. Fernando who immediately appeared with a pale Sergio at his side, embraced me and tried to calm me down. However it was hopeless. I couldn't stop myself from crying.

"Everything happened to quickly there was this car who slipped across that icy part of the street right into the right side of the car. It was just the front side on the right which got crushed but there was Dani, Jesé and Isco who had a vivid conversation. Dani and Jesé where awake when the paramedics arrived but Isco lost conscious. Cristiano tried to reanimate him but couldn't do anything, one of the paramedics said that he still breaths but his state is extremely serious... Everything was just a mess... Cris' blamed himself for not be able to help Isco... that's why he drunk a glass whiskey and well.... when you never drank booze, a glass of high-quality whiskey is enough for you to collapse and afterwards he just wanted to see you...

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