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... tadium roar. Blaze sat at the edge of the clinic bed, his fingers locked together like he was trying to hold himself steady by force. The room smelled like antiseptic and warm metal, and for a few seconds nobody spoke. The doctor’s words still hung there, heavy and unreal, like they were meant for someone else.
A fractured fibula. Ligament strain. Weeks of recovery. No training. No matches. No shortcuts, weeks with football or martial arts, just watching from the stands.
Jason st ...
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