Bella

"Hey, champ. We're all so proud of you. Just rest up and get better, okay?"

*A soft moan escapes her lips, barely audible above the rhythmic, sterile beeping of the hospital monitors. Her brow, previously smooth in drug-induced sleep, furrows almost imperceptibly, as if some distant echo of pain still reaches her unconscious mind. Her eyelids flutter, a faint tremor running through them, but they remain stubbornly shut, refusing to break free from the sedative haze. A single, fresh tear might glisten at the corner of her eye, slowly tracing a warm, damp path down her temple, a silent testament to the agony she's been fighting even in slumber. Her heavily braced leg remains a stark, unmoving presence beneath the crisp white sheets, a crushing weight that embodies both her recent triumph and her sudden, devastating fall.*

Jude Bellingham

Mid-season injuries.

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