"Pass. Pass. Pass." Harry chanted under his breath from his place on the bench. His eyes were focused on the soccer match still being played. The only time he looked away was when the assistant coach wrapped the bandage around his ankle too tight. Not only did the man have his full attention at that point but he also received a hissed "bastard" from Harry. After making sure the man received the full extent of his glare, he turned his attention back to the game. "COME ON!" He shouted as he saw his team mates, Ron in particular, heading towards the goal. "YES!" He jumped up, knocking the man tending to his foot onto his arse in the dirt, after they scored the goal. The pain was easily ignored for the first three seconds then it overwhelmed him and forced him to sit once again, his foot pulsating angerly. "Are you finished yet?" He received a glare and a curt nod as the man moved away from him. "Good riddance." Now he could pout in peace. He wanted to be in the game but instead he was laid up on the bench with a sprained ankle. But his pouting didn't last long since his team scored again and again he was on his feet cheering.
Ron could feel the sweat running down the back of his neck. His hair was already plastered to his head and his jersey was sweat soaked. Swallowing, he chanced a glance towards the bench where his friend had been carried to. He smiled seeing that Harry was cheering them on. He gave his friend a thumbs up before intercepting a pass meant for the other team and taking it clear down to their goal where he scored. The heat and sweat were soon forgotten as he jogged down the field, covering one of his team mates and waiting for the pass. He stopped it with his head and bounced it off his knee and into the goal. He could hear the cheering of the crowd and it made him smile even more. Yes, Ron had found something he was very good at. His skills at soccer were just as, if not slightly better than Harry's. Before he knew it, the game was over and they had won. He felt himself being hoisted up onto his teammates shoulders and was surprised to see Harry up there with him. He gave his friend a high five and pumped his arm in the air.
Neither boy had a care in the world at that moment. And they both lost themselves in the feeling of victory. Something that they had worked, very hard, towards. Now those long practices didn't seem so unbearable.
Harry felt great as he limped out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist. His foot was now only throbbing dully and he knew that tomorrow it would be unbearable but he didn't care. He smiled at the other boys in the locker room. He was proud of them. They worked hard during practices and deserved this win. Being Captain and benched due to injury half way through the game would embarrass most boys but not Harry. This only proved that his team was good even without his help. "You all were bloody brilliant out there!" He praised them and turned his full attention to getting dressed. Once dressed, Harry looked around. He frowned noticing that Ron hadn't exited the shower area yet, his locker was hanging open with clothes still inside. "Ron?" He limped towards the showers and listened. Silence greeted him. "Ron?" He called again, a little bit louder. Glancing behind him, he noticed that his teammates had already left. Sighing, he turned his attention back towards the showers. "This isn't funny Ron." He mumbled as he limped further into the shower room. Harry squinted through the dense steam that was hanging in the air. "Ron?" He caught sight of a hint of red in front of him and to the right and moved towards it.
Ron left out a moan. His whole body felt like it was on fire. He didn't understand what was going on. One minute he was showering and joking with his buddies and the next he was waking up on the damp shower floor. There was a faint murmur off in the distance that soon turned into someone calling his name. It took a few seconds for him to realize who it was. "Harry?" He croaked out just above a whisper. It hurt all over; even his hair was aching. Another spasm of pain shout through his body and his mouth twisted in pain. "HARRY!" He screamed just before darkness consumed him.
It took Harry a few minutes to reach Ron. "Ron..." He whispered and dropped to his knees, ignoring the pain in his ankle. "Ron, can you hear me?" He checked his friend over. "You're burning up." He mumbled, feeling the heat rolling off his friend. "HELP!" He yelled out, hoping that Coach Grayson hadn't left yet. When he heard running, he knew that he hadn't. "Hang on, Ron. Please hang on."