2-2.
Higo stared at his phone as he watched the final score being revealed in one of the football apps on his phone.
It had been an hour since he left the pitch, and now the boy found himself sitting in a hospital bed after being checked thoroughly, from a simple assessment to an X-Ray test, to make sure that they knew what went wrong with his hand.
The result of the test hadn't come out yet, so he just sat patiently while also checking on the game that he left earlier.
After seeing the final score, though, he couldn't help but feel bitter, thinking that all of his hard work had been a waste.
Somehow, the stable 1-0 that he tried so hard to defend to the point he hurt himself crumbled before the game was over, and yet, the team was still managing to get back on track to avoid the defeat against their rival.
'At least, we are not losing, huh?' He took a deep breath, feeling the slight throbbing pain still bothering his finger.
