Author's Note: Thanks for following this story, guys! This will be the final chapter.
When Marcus arrived at the pitch, Holder was waiting for him. This was not unexpected considering the fact that the coach had just been in his fireplace. Marcus sighed and walked, with his hands in his robe pockets, over to the older man.
"About time, boy," Holder snapped once Marcus reached him.
"Sorry," Marcus muttered.
Holder put his hand on Marcus's shoulder. "No hard feelings."
"What did you want?"
Holder sighed and looked out at the pitch. "This may come as a surprise to you, but I'm not as young as I used to be."
"No comment," Marcus said.
Holder looked at him. "Good, you'd better not have any."
"So, how's your back feeling?"
Marcus did not respond.
Holder's tone changed. He placed his hand on Marcus's shoulder. "You can answer me, you know? No one would think any less of you, Marcus."
Marcus's head jerked up at the use of his first name. Holder never called anyone by their first name.
"Well, what's the answer?"
Marcus took a deep breath. "It hurts, but I can lift my arms up higher."
Holder nodded and closed his eyes. "Will it get better?"
"The Healers say that if will never go back the way it was before, but I should be able to have a normal life."
"You're lucky, you know that, right?"
Marcus looked at his former coach. "What do you mean?"
"It could have killed you or paralyzed you."
"Now, back to the original thing for your presence here."
Marcus looked at Holder. "Yeah, why did you want to see me?"
"I'm retiring at the end of the season. There will be a coaching position open for next season. The team staff was discussing possible coaches and your name kept coming up. So, I volunteered to talk to you and here you are."
Marcus looked at him speechless. Him a coach?
"Well, what's your answer?"
Marcus looked at him and told Holder his answer.
The end...I decided rather than me telling you what Marcus said to let you guys pick your own ending. I would love to hear your version. Peace out!