A sharp, throbbing fire pulses through your arm, flowing down past the elbow and swelling at the wrist. The crowd of people fades into the background, the soccer game long forgotten as a silent scream...

s another ball went flying off the court, I looked over at my dad and threw my hands up in frustration. Slumping my shoulders in reaction, I looked at him again defeated and annoyed. Patiently, his eyes...