La Grande Chute

With the eyes unopened and heart on the verge of sleeping, his body created a silence in the room diminishing the grief and tears of each person in the room. The team had taken care of all the punches on his face since the very start but this time was different. These were internal bleedings, in the head.

2 hours earlier....

The puncture was deep but even deeper was his passion. With a left ligament tear and a dizzy head he had chosen to continue the last round and had emerged victorious. For he knew, had he not, he wouldn’t have a home for his family anymore. His eyes searched the crowd for his love, and suddenly felt heavy losing all their ability. The injury was severe, his head hit the ground and all the cameras in the stadium went down. The collapse of the new Muhammad Ali they called it. The champ had unwantingly hit the floor mats and was now being taken to the hospital.

Present time..

The door flung open and she dashed to his bed, she grasped his right hand tight and caressed his cheek like never before.

“I know you can hear me, don’t act like you cannot. This isn’t funny anymore, please.”, she cried, “Wake up! Let’s go home.”

It was useless. He could hear her but he was already in a coma.