The next morning, when I walked into the training room, Adrian was already there.
"You're early." I glanced at the clock on the wall.
"I don't like keeping my partner waiting." He bent his head to adjust the brace on his leg.
"Partner". It was the first time he had called me that. I forced down a smile and walked over to flip open the file on the table. "What's all this?"
"My medical records from the three months before the injury."
I bent over the reports. They were more thorough than I'd expected. Five days before the match, Adrian had reported an unusual heaviness and fatigue in his right leg to Dr. Marcus Reyhill. The diagnosis was muscle overload, and they told him to keep training. None of it added up.
"Were you on any medication during those days?" I frowned.
"The day before
