Aiden locked eyes with Tristan, his expression filled with pain—not from spraining his ankle, but from the realization that he had missed the shot.
“I just… missed the shot,” he said, while their friends exchanged shocked glances, unable to believe that they were interacting peacefully.
Tristan took a deep breath and placed a hand on Aiden’s shoulder. “Forget the game. Let’s get you to the nurse first,” he said.
“You wished me good luck, but it all turned into bad luck,” Aiden mumbled to himself, staring at Tristan, who reached out to help him up.
Eric approached slowly, looking down at Aiden with a faint smile.
“That was quite a fall, Aiden,” he said with a chuckle, though there was a hint of concern in his eyes.
Aiden ignored him and tried to stand, but his ankle gave out, and he n
