Disclaimer: I wish it was mine...but then if it was, it would be less physics defying...
It was difficult when life threw challenges at you. Some challenges harder, and some more easily overcome. Fate could sometimes be a bitch, and it is times like these that strength and unending perseverance are needed. To take tennis from someone who loved and cherished the sport was downright cruel. To be powerless, to be helpless, only able to watch from the sidelines. He knew that feeling all too well as of late. He wanted to feel the rush of air as he ran to catch the ball. He wanted to be able to see his opponent before him as he knelt in defeat. The months that had gone by were harsh and almost unbearable if not for his teammates. But in the dead of night, it didn't matter who was there. The dystopia of the hospital that is usually veiled by the bustling staff and visitors is brought out to its fullest at this time. Those recuperating, those still hanging on and those ready to let go. Today would mark some of his last in this wretched environment. He would be free as long as everything went as planned. Doctors were not gods, they only pretended to be. If they failed...he did not want to think about what would happen to his world if that happened. The pain would be too much. The time on the digital clock on the nightstand read 3:09AM. Looking out the slightly dusty window, he spotted a tennis court. Tennis. That word alone held so many precious memories for him, for his friends. And now, he would be leaving them to face another team without him. Although he knew that he was not needed, he still wanted to be there to experience the adrenaline pumping through his body as they won the Kanto finals again. He was sure of their victory. They would ultimately be the winners. He knew and yet he doubted. At three AM in the morning it wasn't really possible to be sure of anything. A world that was there and yet so surreal. Only time could tell what would become of him and his team. Fate. What brings people together and what brings them apart. For those very reasons, he decided to let be and finally sleep.
A/N: Its been...3 years or so and I got the sudden urge to write a fic...er drabble...and of course, it had to go and be a kinda...not very angsty...reflective thingie...hate it, love it. Don't really care. ALSO. Thanks very much to Hopeless who read over it and loved it.