Mirko Injury Novels & Stories

I beckoned him to come in with my hand and Mikayla opened the door for him Alex was one of my first patients at the sports company I worked for . We became good friends after he doubted my ability to help him recover from a career threatening injury. He was out for half the season because of an ankle injury. He was instructed by the manager to either work with me or risk not playing football at all. He wasn't given a second option.

Mirko explained, delivering the grim preliminary prognosis. ​The devastating news instantly drained the strength from Victor's legs. The son he had fiercely loved and spoiled since childhood was now lying in pieces. His heart completely shattered. ​"That bastard!" Victor growled. ​He glared at Mirko and demanded, "What exactly happened that my son ended up this severely injured? And who did this? Why were they so vicious toward Max?" ​Mirko recounted what he knew, though he deliberately glossed over some of the more sensitive details to avoid getting in trouble with his superiors.

“Okay.” I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding when she left. And then, I reached for my phone and called Marco. He answered on the second ring. “Don.” “Where are you?” I asked. “At your place. I wanted to check up on you this morning. I tried calling, but it wouldn’t go. Are you alright?” “Yeah,” I replied. “How’s your injury? And the men, are they all good?” “My arm is patched up but I’ll live. As for our men, they’re all alive. Although Ricardo got his femur shattered, so he might not be able to walk without crutches for a while.”

"He had an accident in the shower. It's going to be tough for him to move around for a while." Despite knowing the truth about Zikki's injury, Miranda pretended not to know when she saw him at the bus station. For now, her eyes were fixed on the scene before her, and she couldn't look away. A stretcher arrived, and the boys picked up Zikki to take him away from the field. Without a second thought, Miranda grabbed her book, bag and followed them.

The voice interrupts so suddenly, my muscles almost twitch at the sound. Our eyes snap back towards the door, and see Mikael standing right there. What??! “Mika—” “Don't” he stops me before I can even walk up to him. “Please… don't.” He looks at Adrian, and I feel a thousand conversations sprout from the met gaze. “You're the guy from yesterday,” he says. Adrian doesn't answer, but Mikael probably already knows some of what's going on. “I'm sorry about your injuries. I didn't know I hit you that ha—”

He was extremely reputable even amongst members of the Revengers squad. Mico Styles glanced at Jimmy Miller's hand, which was in a cast, and laughed, "Who broke your wrist?" Mico Styles had meant this as a joke. However, Jimmy Miller replied, "I don't want to talk about it, Mr. Styles. I've disgraced the Revengers squad. I messed up in a small place like Eastblue city and got my arm broken by someone."

Tristan and Samuel sighed in relief at the news, and I could hear everyone else breathe a collective sigh of relief as well. “But the injury was deep,” Mikali continued. “He lost a lot of blood. It took some time, but we got it under control. He’s in recovery now. He will have a scar. That wolf who attacked him had something on his claws that even my powers couldn’t fully heal.” I barely heard the rest. Alex was alive. Samuel let out a broken sob, burying his face against me. Tristan turned away, rubbing his eyes furiously. Mikali hesitated before adding, “He’ll need rest. A lot of it. But he’s a fighter.” His gaze met mine. “And so are you.”

“Alright, sorry. Hold on, this is going to hurt.” Lyall nodded and got ready. Crack! “Aarghh! Fuck!” Lyall screamed. “Someone! Take him to the school clinic!” Coach Adrian demanded. “No! I’m fine.” Lyall returned to the field, still holding his hand. Although it wasn’t broken anymore, it still hurt. 'Just use it on him and his friends. They’re werewolves, so it’s no problem.' Mindlink Miro. Lyall nodded without looking at Miro. “Are you sure you’re okay, new guy?” Coach Adrian asked.

Milo clenched his fists in despair and pounded the ground. Just then, a pair of white sneakers appeared in front of him. "Do you still want to win?" A woman's cold voice sounded. Milo looked up and saw an excessively beautiful face, beautiful features, just a bit colder in temperament, but still very attractive. After staring blankly for a moment, Milo glared at the woman with red eyes. "Are you mocking me? How can I win with a leg injury?" Alessia said, "You only lost the first round out of three."

The bodyguard reported truthfully, “The wound was deep, reaching his internal organs, but luckily, the treatment was timely. The strategist has survived the life-threatening danger but needs a long period of rest and cannot move freely.” Micah became even more furious upon hearing this. In other words, for a long time, Hector couldn't work for him! Just as Micah was squeezing his temples, feeling a headache coming on, a familiar and confident voice came through-