Mamori had the envelope that he had given to her the day before, which by now was taped up and, clenched tightly in her fist. Her eyes were glued to the field where he lay, the demon of the team. The game seemed to be over, skin was bruised, and bones looked like they were broken.
Mamori watched as a stretcher was brought out onto the field. Carefully lifting him up off the grass and onto the stretcher. Her fingers lifted slightly as he looked over at her.
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'Where am I… I was hit, wasn't I…'
Hiruma's eyes were tightly shut, keeping the pain that was soon to come at bay.
'I can't feel anything yet, if it's the left arm it'll be alright, as long as it isn't the right'
His whole body was numb, as though asleep. As he opened his eyes all the noise came rushing to his ears, the noise of the crowd, and the calls from his team were urgent and scared. Then he felt it… the pain, and it was coming from his right arm.
Lifting his head slightly he could see Mamori her fingers moving at such a rapid speed that his pain filled mind could hardly make out what she was saying.
'Are you ok?'
"Fuck" he mumbled, voice dry and hoarse. He lifted his index finger and let it drop, his head falling back to the ground in the process
'no'
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Well you guys, this is my first fic… I wasn't even going to put it up, but a couple of my friends really liked it and told me to… so here it is! I know its really short, but hey... Tell me if you liked it or not!