[Wigan Locker Room]
Ezra dropped into the seat beside Leo almost as soon as he got there.
His face was still flushed from the last sprint he had made before the whistle as Leo handed him a bottle of water without saying anything at first.
Ezra twisted the cap off and took a long drink, then set it on the floor and leaned back with a sharp exhale.
"I don't feel too good. I almost dropped on the pitch twice out there," he muttered, still catching his breath.
Leo nudged his knee lightly.
"Just keep it together. We're still in this."
Ezra nodded and closed his eyes for a moment, letting his breathing settle.
Across the room, Dawson stood in front of the tactics board with his arms folded.
He hadn't said a word since they walked in.
Most of the players avoided looking directly at him.
After a bit, he brought his hands down and clapped once.
"Settle down."
The conversations and breaths quieted as even the physio paused, massaging the players who had requested.
