Basement Betrayal

In the hospital, the pungent smell of disinfectant invaded my nostrils.

The sunlight from the window shone on my face, and I instinctively reached out to shield my eyes.

The nurse next to me exclaimed, "Kid, don't move! Your wound is too severe. If you were a few minutes late, you might have needed an amputation!"

I was stunned, wondering, 'Yes, how could I have forgotten about my condition? However, more importantly, the competition I had been longing for…'

I forced myself to sit up with all my strength, my voice hoarse as I spoke. "Miss, has the national sprint competition ended? How did it go?"

The nurse thought I was just a sprint enthusiast and came over to tuck my blanket under me with a smile. "It just ended this morning. I heard that a kid named Simon Ahern won the championship. How young and promising! He was so full of spirit when he was on the podium. How enviable."

The nurse next to her heard our conversation and came over to join us. "Yeah, some people are just lucky. Not only is he the national champion now, but he also has a beautiful girlfriend cheering for him. When the results were announced, the two of them hugged each other. That was something right out of a romance drama!"

The two chatted back and forth, neither noticing my increasingly pale and unwell expression.

Simon won the championship. His so-called girlfriend must be Cecelia, if I was not mistaken.

Pure friendship? How ridiculous.

I suddenly reached out and grabbed the sleeve of the doctor next to me. "Doctor, will my legs ever fully recover?"

The doctor probably felt sorry for me, seeing how young I was. He avoided looking me in the eye. "Walking normally will be no problem, but you won’t be able to do strenuous exercise. Oh, young man, you're still young; don't lose hope in life."

His statement felt like a bucket of cold water poured on my face, completely shattering all my hopes.

My life used to be all about training and studying, but now I had to accept that I could never run again. That would be difficult.

While I was stunned, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Simon swaggered in, pulling Cecelia along, wearing the medal I had always dreamed of.

My face was frigid. "What are you two doing here? Are you upset that I'm still alive?"

Simon immediately put on a guilty look. "I'm so sorry, Spencer. I didn't know this would happen. Besides, I came to see you as soon as the competition ended, just in case you wouldn't be able to take it."

He placed the medal beside my pillow. "I know this medal means a lot to you too. I came to share this joy with you."

I slammed the medal to the ground. "Cut the good-guy act. Don't you know Cecelia ruined my leg because of you?"

Cecelia was shocked by my reaction. She then stepped forward and confronted me angrily. "Have you lost your mind? Why are you telling him that? Besides, your leg won't get better; what's the point of taking it out on us?"

I suddenly found the scene hilarious.

I would always remember Simon's defiant gaze when he lured me to the rooftop. He said Cecelia would be his sooner or later and told me to stay away from her. He even said Cecelia would do anything for him if he said the word.

Back then, I thought he was just bragging, but it turned out it was all true.

I grabbed the water glass on the table again and threw it at him. "Both of you get out! I never want to see your disgusting faces again!"

Cecelia was startled and instinctively shielded Simon behind her. "You're insane! We came all this way to see you, yet this is how you treat us?"

I felt a sharp pain in my temples, my head feeling like it was going to explode. Just before I passed out, I used all my remaining strength to tell her, "Cecelia, let's break up."