"You're late Sinedd".
"I know, sorry", Sinedd snapped to Artegor, who was standing next to the control pedal of the holotrainer. Artegor gave him a curios look and said:
"Okay, everyone in the holotrainer! You'll be up against the Snow Kids this time so do your best!"
The holofield appeared around them and the members of the team spread out to their own places. Sinedd walked to the middle of the field and waited. They heard Artegor's voice saying "Here we go!" and then the Snow Kids appeared on the other half of the field; Ahito in goal, Thran and Mei (Sinedd drooling in his head) on defense, Rocket and Tia midfield and Micro-ice and D'jok on offense. D'jok appeared right in front of Sinedd. He was smiling a little, but Sinedd just stared at him with deep detestation. He took a quick glance at Mei. She was on her spot looking back at him. Sinedd pressed his gaze at the green ground. He heard Artegor saying something about the beginning, but Sinedd was still lost deep within Mei's bright blue eyes. Even if they weren't even real.
The match began and Sinedd made an insane jump up after the ball. D'jok was at the same height with him, eyes imbed on the ball above them. They caught the ball and Sinedd kicked it higher with his knee, leaving D'jok to fall back down with bemused expression on his face. Sinedd kicked the ball downwards to one of the midfielders who passed it on to Nilla, the other offender. Sinedd thumped on the ground and ran to his position.
Almost half an hour had past and the Shadows were winning 3 to nil. Sinedd was exhausted. It was strange because he was in a good shape. He was running towards the goal once again. He was 60 feet away and alone against Ahito. Suddenly, he felt a stinging pain in his chest. He made a sudden stop and gasped for air. It felt like his chest was going to split open. He heard his team mates and Artegor yelling something to him, but all he heard was blurry mutter that he couldn't make out any recognizable words.
The pain was so overwhelming that he couldn't even see clearly. He fell on his knees leaning forward. He started coughing hard and he was gripping his chest. There were red drops flying out of his lungs as he kept coughing. Blood. There was a taste of blood in his mouth. He kept on coughing and spitting blood on the green pitch. His team mates were around him asking some question that Sinedd couldn't make any sense. The pain in his chest was spreading all over his body. His legs were shaking and they were going to give up under him any second. He had severe troubles to breathe between coughing. He was frightened. What was happening to him?
The shaking was getting stronger every second. He couldn't breathe. Blood was dripping out of his mouth. The smell of blood filled his nostrils. The ache in his side had also grown bigger. He felt week, he could barely see. He wasn't reacting to the people around him, who were yelling and touching him and whatever. He didn't care. He knew that he was going to pass out any minute. He felt sick. He tried to throw up, but there was nothing coming out. Again. Nothing. Again. A load of blood came out, but not from his stomach. The flood from his lungs made him cough even harder. Then his legs and arms crash under him and then he was just laying there, motionless, lethargic. The last thing he saw was his coach running down the few steps from the control pedal to him, yelling something, fear on his face. Then Sinedd closed his eyes and let the darkness swallow him.