Daniel’s POVSebastian showed up first, backpack still on, cleats slung over one shoulder from his own practice across town. He leaned next to the foot of Daniel’s bed without thinking of his injuries, like a typical 12-year-old “I heard you scored a goal today, big brother,” Sebastian said with a mocking tone of sarcasm.“Wait until I get out of this bed, you knucklehead. I’m stuck in this bed being useless.”“You’re not useless; you’re just on the bench, as always, bench boy,” Sebastian said it with such conviction that Daniel actually laughed, the first real laugh that hadn’t hurt his ribs in days.“Why’d you even come here today, trying to make me feel some type of way?”“Nah! Just teasing you a little bit. You can’t chase me around the hospital. Haha”“You little wimp. How was school today?”“I know, I love you too.” Sebastian pulled a crumpled drawing out of his backpack, the Pinnacl
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