Appearing seemingly troubled, a lean individual with short hair was seated in a quiet locker room. He was adorned in green-colored training bibs, and white tape was wrapped around his right wrist.
Tilting his head against the locker behind him, he sighed, "What am I going to do?"
For a while, he stared at the ceiling. Then he lowered his head, his brows knitted into a frown, and his amber eyes fixed on his ankle.
He caressed his left ankle gently and muttered, "Will I be okay?"
Apparently, he had been feeling a stinging pain whenever he sprinted. Every time he tried to shift the direction of the sprint, a stinging pain would assault him, making him unable to continue.
For an inverted winger like him who liked to cut in from the flanks, the discomfort Luis felt could be a huge issue if left untreated.
However, given the scenario, Luis couldn't even bring himself to talk about the discomfort he felt. What if they found some problem and sidelined him?
