I felt pathetic. [Arc 7 end]

"I think you should go to the school doctor.", captain expressed his concerns. I couldn't hide my sorrowed expression from revealing itself. "Don't worry. Seeing how you played today, I will let you practice with us. Sorry I didn't notice you before today. You have talent, kid, so don't let it go to waste.", he tried to cheer me up, and he succeeded. "Do you need help? Should I go with you?"

"No no. Thats not necessary, captain. You should continue the game!", I appreciate his concerns, but I couldn't allow myself to stop the game just for me.

"Well, if you say so...", the others were looking at him, so he decided to leave it there. Going up to his team, he talked to them, probably explaining the situation, while I took myself to the doctor's office.

I could feel the stinging pain increase exponentially the more I walked. At one point, I started crawling myself inside the building. But by body was not listening to me. It had already exhausted its adrenaline supply. And the pain hurt even more.

I collapsed to the ground and sat down, leaning to one of the corridor walls. I was dehydrated too. I needed water... i needed help...

But who would help me here? There was none in the hallway. It was empty, like it has been abandoned. I waited... but I felt hopeless.

To distract myself, I tried to diverge my attention to something else. My wounds might be the perfect. Closely looking at it, wow, its-

"Its pretty serious, your wound! Are you okay?", a beautiful, high pitched voice called out and said my thoughts out loud. My view was blocked by her golden hair and my eyes locked into her yellow pupils. But her attention was at my injury, tucking her hair to the side of her ear, "Do you want me to help you?"

"Eh?!.. uh!?", I squeaked slightly. Suddenly seeing someone who was not my gender or my close relatives this close to me caught me off guard. I couldn't get my words out. Forget that, I forgot how to even construct a sentence.

I was becoming dizzy with thought. I was blushing heavily, my heart rate was high. I could feel my heart leaping out of my chest. I tried to keep myself calm, and failed miserably.

"Eh?", I was confused. In an instant, she pulled me by my hand and placed it over her shoulders and put one of her hands around my waist, supporting me.

"What are you doing there sitting alone? You should've called for help! That wound looked like it scraped a few millimetres off of your skin!"

To be honest. I wanted to scream. She was carrying me, with her frail and slim arms, and taking me to the doctors office. I could sense that she was struggling to life my weight, but I could do nothing. I tried my best to keep my weight to myself, but I succumbed myself to the pain. I was a man and she was a woman. No, I was not. I cannot call myself a man.

I felt pathetic.