Just A Bit Wrong

Tristan stood in the middle of the court waiting for the game to start.He looked around, hearing the noise of the fans, seeing the familiar and determined expressions of his teammates, as well as the flashing lights that could be seen everywhere.Tristan's body had been pumped up by the game, and he was trying to get that feeling back, but after a sleepless night, his eyes were as dry as sandpaper, and he felt nauseous as a growing headache pounded his temples.Tristan felt extremely uncomfortable, he couldn't find the slightest sense of excitement at all.

The fans cheered, their voices echoing through Tristan's exhausted body.After a while, he realized that those people were calling his name together.Tristan erased his stiff smile and smiled from the bottom of his heart.He clapped his hands to thank the audience.Seeing this, the fans started to cheer "Tristan, Tristan, Tristan" again.

Finally, the whistle sounded and the game began.

At first, everything was normal.The groin injury has not returned, the headache has subsided, and Tristan can finally play football freely.

He never imagined that something like that would happen 10 minutes later.

Afterwards, everyone said Tristan was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.In soccer, it's not uncommon for a player to get kicked in the legs at least two or three times, and it's not a particularly dangerous collision.After Chelsea had won a corner, Tristan charged forward to grab the ball, only to be volleyed by two players halfway, sending excruciating pain through his left leg.Tristan had never experienced such pain before, and he fell to the ground, almost fainting from the pain.

He stared at his legs, struggling to breathe in pain and dizziness.His skin was pierced by broken leg bones.His leg, probably broken in several places from the knee down, was bent at an unnatural angle.Tristan stared at his legs, feeling bile rushing down his throat.He saw blood, his leg soaked in blood, surrounded by large patches of bright red.

In a daze, Tristan heard other players shouting, the team doctor hurried to him, and he saw Jared's gloomy face.Although he didn't need to look at Jared's face to know that his injury was not optimistic.He's had many injuries, but nothing like this one.

Tristan looked at the sky, his eyes watering with pain, as he was put on a stretcher and carried off the field.

The fans sent him off with applause.

Tristan closed his eyes tightly.Deep down, he knew that this was the last high five for him.Tristan wasn't surprised at all.Good things never last long in him.

The severe pain gradually took away his consciousness, and at the moment when he fell into a coma, Tristan was actually a little happy.

When Tristan woke up, he was lying in a clean ward with a cast on his left leg.Tristan was a little surprised that he couldn't feel any pain, and then it occurred to him that it must be the painkillers.

"how do you feel?"

Tristan turned his head to see Jared standing beside him. "Let's be honest, how bad is it?"

Jared looked at Gabriel, who was hovering in the doorway, and then at Tristan. "Your left leg has multiple fractures to the tibia and fibula. The doctor performed surgical repairs on your leg, but..."

"But my leg is still useless," Tristan said.

"No shit," Jared said firmly, "your leg will heal, it's just..."

"It's just that I can't play football anymore."

After a long time, no one spoke.

Tristan almost laughed.He had been recovering for the World Cup for several months, but in his first game after recovery, he was injured again, the same serious injury that completely ruined his career.

"The possibility of returning to the game is still there." Jared said.

Tristan smiled. "Yes, there is a possibility. But even if I can play, it is impossible to return to the previous level, right?"

Jared pursed his lips. "Don't deny yourself like that. It's different from person to person. I know a player who had a year of intense physio after an injury and he's back with no problems. But in your case... …difficult to predict. You have multiple broken bones in your leg, too many bone fragments, and the fractures are very displaced, both of which make your injury very unstable. Muscles, tendons, and ligaments in your legs also develop You'll be able to walk again soon, but we don't know to what extent the leg will recover. And no matter how well you heal, if you continue to play such a high-intensity professional game, this injury will always They are all hidden dangers.”

"That's right," Tristan said, "I'm a bum even if I'm cured. My contract with Chelsea is about to expire. Who wants a glass man? I hurt my groin three times in half a year. I finally recovered, and then I was injured again in the game, or a serious injury that may affect my entire career. If this happens, I will not be able to play for at least a year. It is impossible for top clubs to take the risk of recruiting me, but neither will I. Will go to a mid-range club to play."

"Anyway, you don't need to worry about these things just yet," Jared said nicely, but Tristan knew he actually agreed with him. "You need to get some rest. Gabe, let's go."

"Wait for me first." Gabe touched Jared's wrist.

Jared looked at him sternly. "Don't piss off my patient."

Gabe smiled. "I can't guarantee this, you go out first."

After Jared left, Gabriel closed the door and turned to look at Tristan.

"Okay, you can start to gloat," Tristan closed his eyes, and said wearily, "You must think that I have become like this because of myself."

"I wish I could gloat. Anyway, if I was the one who was hurt, you would definitely be around to say sarcastic remarks."

Tristan laughed, "So you're trying to say you really care about me? I'm so touched, Gabe."

"Ah!" Gabriel yelled in frustration, "Why are you always so difficult?"

"Then hurry up and leave me alone. Don't you see how busy I am?"

"Okay, I'll go. You can complain to yourself to death here."

Tristan opened his eyes and stared at Gabe, "Okay, let the fart go."

"Don't give up so easily." Gabriel frowned, but his voice was calm. "Broken bones are annoying, but your injury may be more serious. For example, if you hurt your spine, you won't be able to walk in the future. Believe me, paralysis is even more terrifying. When I was injured, the doctor thought I couldn’t even walk, not to mention playing football. But I never gave up, haven’t I recovered now?”

"Yes, you are stronger than me and stronger than me, don't say old-fashioned things, get out of here." Tristan's voice seemed to be a little choked up, and he was so ashamed and angry that he stared at Gabe even more fiercely.

Gabriel pursed his lips, whispered something, and left.

After the door closed, Tristan closed his eyes.

It was easy for Gabe to say.Jared was by his side when he was hurt, holding Gabe's hand and holding Gabe in his arms until he got better.Tristan had no one around, and he didn't need anyone.

Tristan buried his face in the pillow, the smell of disinfectant filling his nostrils.

His eye sockets were wet.But after all, his leg was broken into several pieces, and he will bid farewell to the green field from now on.Is this reason enough to make him cry?