A blood curling scream sounded through out the entire stadium as, Christian layed their clutching his knees. This was the most painful sensation he had ever experienced in his life, it felt as if his lower leg especially his calf was disconnected from thee rest of his body as he attempted to move. His team mates could be seen rushing forward to check, after checking on Christian and seeing the result of the foul he immediately rushed towards the Fred the Southport defender and punched him in the face but his team mates were quick to break up the fight
'Oh that looks nasty, look at that dangerous tackle and with the looks of it, it seems Leo is out for blood but his teammates were wuick to break up the scuffle'
'Yeah that was a bad tackle, the referee is about to make a decision and I must say that definitely is a red card'
The referee ran forward and immediately pointed a red card to the offending defender and a yellow card at Leo.In the coaches stand the Northbridge coach could be seen as he visibly nervous as he kept pointing hysterically onto the field, even Theo couldn't hide his worries as the medical team quickly reached Christian and after supporting his leg the put him unto a stretcher and rushed him into an ambulance.
While all this was going on Christian consciousness had already slipped into the darkness, as they rushed him to the hospital. Upon Arriving at the hospital he taken to the emergency department for a more thorough evaluation and was immediately sent Into surgery, while his grandmother was contacted.
After 22 hours Christian fluttered open the harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital room made him squint. His body felt heavy, and a dull, throbbing pain radiated from his ankle. As his vision cleared, he saw a familiar figure sitting by his bedside, her hands clasping his tightly
"Grandma? what are you doing here " he croaked, his voice barely above a whisper.
His grandmother's eyes, filled with worry and relief, met his"Oh, Christian, thank God you're awake," she said, her voice trembling. She reached out and gently took his hand in hers. "I was so worried"
Christian tried to sit up in the bed but a sharp pain shot through his leg, making him wince in pain. The memories of the previous day came rushing back making him since again
"So how bad is it " Christian asked
Avoiding making eye contact with him as she mumbled " You know it not that bad even if you don't have football there are still other paths you can take and become successful.... " But Christian interrupted her
"Grandma how bad is it" As he had began to feel worried with the way she was avoiding the topic.
"Well... Chris you ruptured your Achilles tendons pretty badly and even though the doctors tried their best it would take a while for you to recover" She explained softly
He let out a shaky breath, the reality of his situation sinking in. "But it won't affect my football career right? It just a ruptured tendon " Christian asked his voice rising
"Am sorry baby, it is unlikely, even though you should be able to recover you won't be able to play like you used to before " She said as she gently squeezed his hands.
Christian's eyes widened as his grandmother's words sank in. "What do you mean, I won't be able to play like I used to ?" he asked, his voice trembling
The doctors said that even with the best rehabilitation, there's a chance you might not regain your full strength and agility.
lump formed in his throat, and he struggled to hold back tears. "But football is everything to me, Grandma. It's all I've ever wanted to do. How can I just… accept that?"
She reached out and gently cupped his face in her hands. "I know, sweetheart. I know how much this means to you. And I believe in you. You've always been so determined, so strong. But sometimes, life throws us challenges we never expected. This is one of those times."
After a few days at the hospital his teammates came to visit him and some even brought gifts