Blaze woke before the alarm, staring at the ceiling like it owed him answers, why always me that ends up in the medical center, his ankle throbbed a little, but it wasn't the pain that kept him up. It was the weird emptiness. No boots. No morning drills. No grass under his feet, and just like previous time since joining Titans, his day didn't start with a sprint, this need to end, he thinks to himself, I need to find a way to play pass my limits without always collapsing.
Jason had given him a new role yesterday, and part of Dante Anderson appreciated it. The other part felt like he was being quietly pushed into retirement at 122, well in coach defense, I guess he is not that too young, he thought with a smile.
He swung his legs off the bed, braced himself, and stood. Still stiff. Still slow. Still not him, almost like an exercise.
