Later that afternoon, Lukas insisted they go for a walk around the campus. "You need fresh air," he said firmly. "And I need to make sure you don't turn into a hermit."

Mateo protested, but Lukas was insistent. So they set off, Mateo on his crutches, Lukas walking beside him, their pace slow but steady.

It was Lukas's way of keeping Mateo active, of preventing his body from becoming stiff and weak during the recovery period. He had researched it, had talked to the medical staff, and had made it his personal mission to ensure that Mateo stayed as mobile as possible.

As they walked, they encountered a group of fans who were taking a tour of the training complex. The moment they spotted Mateo, their faces lit up with recognition, followed immediately by concern as they noticed the crutches.

"Mateo! Oh no, your ankle!" a young boy, no more than ten years old, exclaimed, his eyes wide with worry.

An older man, presumably the boy's father, approached cautiously. "We saw the match," he said in German, his voice thick with emotion. "What you did... it was incredible. We're so sorry you got hurt."

A woman in the group pulled out a Dortmund scarf and held it out to Mateo. "We're all behind you," she said. "Take your time. Get better. We'll wait for you."

Mateo was overwhelmed by the outpouring of support. He signed his thanks, and Lukas translated for him. "He says thank you, and he promises he'll be back soon."

The young boy stepped forward shyly. "Can I... can I sign your crutch?" he asked, holding up a marker.

Mateo laughed silently and nodded, holding out one of the crutches. The boy carefully wrote his name and drew a small Dortmund logo, his face serious with concentration. Soon, others in the group were doing the same, turning the medical equipment into a canvas of support and love.

By the time they left, both crutches were covered in signatures, messages, and drawings. Mateo looked at them, his heart full. This was what it was all about. Not the fame, not the glory, but the connection with the people who loved the game as much as he did.

That evening, back in their dorm room, Lukas helped Mateo with his homework, the two of them hunched over textbooks and notebooks, the only sound the scratching of pens and the occasional groan of frustration. It was a scene that could have been from any dorm room in any school in the world, a reminder that despite everything, they were still just teenagers trying to figure out their place in the world.

Before bed, Lukas made Mateo do a series of gentle stretches, following the instructions Dr. Müller had given them. "I know you hate this," Lukas said as Mateo grimaced through a particularly uncomfortable stretch. "But trust me, it's better than being stuck on crutches for the rest of the season."

Mateo signed his agreement, grateful for his friend's persistence. Lukas could have easily ignored his recovery, could have left it to the medical staff, could have focused on his own training and his own career. But instead, he had made Mateo's recovery his priority, had become his personal trainer, his motivator, his keeper.

As they lay in their beds, the lights off, the room quiet, Lukas spoke into the darkness. "You know, I'm proud of you. Not because of the goals or the performances, but because of how you're handling this. A lot of people would have given up, would have felt sorry for themselves. But you? You're fighting. And that's what makes you special."

Mateo didn't respond, couldn't respond. But in the darkness, he smiled. He was lucky to have Lukas, lucky to have a friend who saw him not as a superstar, but as a person. And as he drifted off to sleep, his ankle still aching, his body exhausted, he felt a sense of gratitude wash over him.

The injury had been a setback, but it had also shown him the depth of the support around him. From his teammates to his teachers to the fans to his roommate, he was surrounded by people who cared. And that, more than any goal or any trophy, was what truly mattered.

The days blurred together in a routine of school, rehabilitation, and rest. Each day brought small improvements, small victories. The swelling went down, the pain lessened, the mobility increased. And through it all, Lukas was there, pushing him, supporting him, refusing to let him give up or give in.

And slowly, day by day, step by step, Mateo Alvarez was healing. Not just his ankle, but his spirit. The injury had been a test, a challenge, a crucible. And he was emerging from it stronger, wiser, and more determined than ever before. The return was coming. And when it did, he would be ready.

One particular afternoon stood out in Mateo's memory. It was the fifth day of his recovery, and Lukas had insisted they walk to the cafeteria for lunch instead of having food brought to their room. "You need to be seen," Lukas had said. "You need to remind yourself that you're still part of this place, injury or not."

The walk was slow and painful, but as they made their way through the training complex, something remarkable happened. Players stopped what they were doing to greet him. Coaches offered words of encouragement. Even the groundskeepers and cleaning staff paused to wish him well. It was a reminder that he was part of a community, a family that extended far beyond the eleven players on the pitch.

In the cafeteria, the first-team players made space for him at their table, treating him not as an injured reserve, but as one of them. They joked, they laughed, they shared stories. And for a brief moment, Mateo forgot about the pain, forgot about the frustration, and simply enjoyed being part of the team.

That night, as he lay in bed, his crutches propped against the wall, now covered in signatures and messages of support, Mateo reflected on the journey. The injury had been devastating, but it had also been revealing.

It had shown him the strength of his support system, the depth of the fans' love, and the unwavering loyalty of a roommate who had become a brother. And as he closed his eyes, he knew that when he returned to the pitch, he would not just be playing for himself. He would be playing for all of them.

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