In Baobab High's infirmary.
"…"
Roy sat silently on his bed, his legs covered by a thick blanket, and his eyes fixed on the small window across the room.
It was unclear what he was thinking about.
At that moment, the door of the infirmary opened, and the members of Baobab High walked in, still drying up the tears of their losses.
"Roy, how're you doing?"
The coach asked with a slightly choked voice.
While it was his duty to act tough even in the face of defeat, it was still difficult for him as this was his last year as Baobab High's coach.
He knew that it was unlikely to reach all the way to the finals and lift that glorious trophy, he still wished to reach the quarterfinals, where the big stages were used.
However, the wall they had to climb to reach that stage was too much for them.
"I am good… good…"
Roy said, and then looked at the rest, noticing their red eyes and dried-up tear lines on their cheeks.
It was an emotional loss for them.
'Well, it is my fault…'
