Ye-rin lay on the court, her breathing shallow, face tight with pain. Coach Min was already kneeling beside her, one hand bracing Ye-rin's shin, the other hovering just above her thigh.
"Relax the muscle if you can," Min instructed, voice calm but firm. "Don't tense up—it'll only make it worse."
"I… I can't," Ye-rin hissed through clenched teeth, trying and failing to shift her grip from her leg.
Coach Han crouched down on the other side. "Where exactly is it?"
"Upper thigh—pulling toward my hip," Ye-rin said, her voice shaky.
Min glanced around sharply. "Where's the medical team?"
One of the assistants hesitated. "Haven't seen him this morning…"
A junior, still catching her breath from the rally, piped up nervously, "Uh… I saw him earlier, near the back entrance. He was smoking and talking on the phone before we came in."
Min's face darkened instantly. "That idiot…" She looked at one of the coaches. "Go drag that imbecile here before I do it myself."
