More Than Enough || Toru Oikawa X Reader

|101| I Will Be Soon

Mr. Lee nods and helps you out of the infirmary as you said you want to go out and cheer and support the team. The nurse even gave you a wheelchair to use as she said that you should avoid walking. She didn't give crutches because of your arm. She said they needed to rest and heal as well.

And so, Mr. Lee is pushing the chair. You felt so angry and sad at the same time. You felt like you have let everyone down. And you hate being in a wheelchair because it reminds you of your days in the hospital, after every injuring Tyler has cause you.

"Mr. Lee, I can walk," you say which cause him to stop pushing the chair. He walks around to look at you and sees you look at your lap. How you're holding your injured hand. Your dominate hand.

"(Name), if you're suggesting to get back on the game--"

"I know I may sound like a hypocrite," you say as you look at him in the eyes with desperately, "I know I'm that player in the team that tells whoever is hurt that it's okay to take a break if you're injured as you need to heal and leave it to the other as we work as a team but I can't be like that. I can't sit back. I can still play. I can still be of use," you beg as you don't want to be benched.

"(Name), I'm not going to let you risk--"

"I'm not risking anything," you promise, "So what if I can never play any sport again or if I can't run. I never had a plan in my future that involved with sports. High school is all I have. This team is my last chance. I know this may be selfish of me but you know what happened to me in California. I need to play..." you beg as you felt like tearing up.

"(Name)..." Mr. Lee felt bad. He doesn't know what to do. As an adult and coach, he knows he should bench you when you're clearly not okay to play but at the same time, he does want to give you an opportunity.

"I... I just want to feel like I'm enough or done enough..." you confess.

"(Name), you have. You've done more than enough and I need you to trust your teammates," Mr. Lee tells you but you clench your fist tightly.

"I was born naturally talented, Mr. Lee," you remind him weakly, "All I know is how to push myself past my limits and to make everyone around me happy. I've alway been the elegant and strong one. I don't ask the how hard things are. I just do them. If I'm still able to walk then I run. I have to run with the ball or I'm nothing. I can carry it all. If there's no point sticking out of me than I put a band-aid on it," you force yourself to stand up which worried Mr. Lee, "I know my body and the limits it can go. I know when my body gives up. I've been through a lot. I know when my body needs rest so I am asking you to please trust me and to not take me out of the game," you beg as you stand strong.

"Alright but the second I see you in pain or see that you can't play and that you're forcing yourself, I'm taking you out," he sounds serious about it and you nod.

"Understandable," you says as you agree.

You take a few steps forwards. It hurts but it's tolerable, "(Name)," Mr. Lee says which made you turn around to look at him.

"You're not useless. You're enough like every other girl in the team. It's okay to take breaks from now and then," Mr. Lee assures.

You force a smile but it comes out weak, "I will be soon..." Mr. Lee didn't know what you meant. He first thought that you were talking about how you were going to play but reality is that you know to Tyler, you're enough.

You know that to him, you're all he needs which means that everyone else is going to be save. No need to worry if they'll get into any accident nor do they have to look over their shoulder. No more fear. No more Tyler because as long as you're with him, everyone will be okay.