But the television cameras could not see what was happening beneath that expression of calm.
Diego's fingers were trembling.
Only slightly.
Barely enough for anyone to notice.
He curled his hands into fists and forced himself to keep them still.
His eyes never left the pitch.
The medical staff had surrounded Hiro.
One medic was supporting his injured leg while another spoke rapidly into his headset.
Every few seconds, Hiro's body tensed.
Even from the sideline, Diego could see it.
The movement was small. But he knew Hiro well enough. He knew what it meant.
He's suffering…
Diego swallowed.
For one brief moment, the thought of the worst possible outcome—a career-ending injury seeped into his head. But he thwarted the thought as soon as it appeared.
He didn't want to think about it.
He couldn't bear to see Hiro crumbling here.
This kid, the talent he possessed. He didn't want to part from it so soon. He wanted to see him soar, climb the highest summit.
