"All done. We can't afford to wait for the ambulance—we need to get him to the hospital now," the referee declared urgently, turning to Cammy for confirmation. She swallowed hard and nodded, though her heart pounded with fear.
Duncan immediately stepped forward, his arms outstretched to pick up Dylan. But the moment his hands reached for the boy, a sharp, anguished cry tore from Dylan's lips.
"No, no! Don't touch me! My leg hurts!" he wailed, his small body trembling from pain and fear.
Duncan froze, his face clouding with frustration and concern. Cammy, on the other hand, felt her chest tighten painfully at the sight of her son sobbing, his little hands clutching onto her shirt as if letting go would make everything worse.
"My love, we need to take you to the hospital," she whispered, her voice breaking as she stroked his sweat-dampened hair. "The doctors will help fix your leg so it won't hurt anymore, okay? You have to be strong for Mommy."
