Leo wiped his forehead with the bottom of his jersey.

He tipped back his water bottle, drinking the now warm water.

He breathed deep, relaxing his body.

Someone came in through the gate.

He swiveled around, wondering if she had come again.

Ian slid through the opening and stalked toward his water bottle.

"Ian? Where did you go?" Derek voiced what Leo had just been thinking.

Ian looked pissed.

"I went for a walk." He bit. "Let's play."

Leo stared at the opening that he'd come through.

"A walk? For what?" Derek asked.

His voice was suspicious.

Leo could relate.

"For fun." Ian snapped.

They did more drills, but Leo found himself bothered by Ian's behavior.

He kept looking at the gate.

Leo was positioned across from Ian, ready for the whistle.

And he saw it.

Blood.

Just a little.

On Ian's yellow jersey.

When the next break rolled around, Ian didn't leave.

But Leo and Derek were both watching him.

Leo came up next to Derek.

"Do you know where he went?" Leo asked.

Derek shook his head.

"I'm not sure why he would."

"There's blood on his jersey. Was he looking for first aid? Or is he sick? Like coughing up blood, stuff?" Leo theorized.

Derek stiffened.

"Coach has First Aid. And I hope he isn't sick."

Both of their eyes landed on Ian, who was drinking water, his eyes fastened on the gate.

"I don't know. It's probably nothing."

Derek nodded.

"Yeah. We're being ridiculous."

Then Coach Gurshed yelled.

"Derek, you just gonna sit around and chat?"

Derek's jaw clenched a little.

"Got it coach."

"Wait. Gurshed?" Leo pointed at the back of Derek's jersey.

"He's my uncle."

Leo blinked.

"That's not how I got on the team though." Derek challenged.

"Didn't think it was."

Leo's eyes turned and glanced at the Gate.

Derek's eyes followed his.

And neither of them said anything.