𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬︱Pedri González

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The morning sun filtered through the curtains of Ferran's house, casting a warm glow over my room. I woke up with a renewed sense of purpose, ready for another day of recovery. My knee still felt tender, but the support from Ferran and the guidance from Dr. Ramirez had given me a semblance of hope. Today, I would return to Dr. Ramirez's office for a follow-up and some more physiotherapy.

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After a simple breakfast of fresh fruit and toast, Ferran helped me get ready and drove me to the clinic. The drive was quiet, with a comfortable silence between us. The city buzzed around us, but inside the car, there was a sense of calm. Ferran's presence was a constant reminder that I wasn't facing this alone.

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We arrived at Dr. Ramirez's clinic, and the familiar sight of the modern building provided a sense of reassurance. The receptionist greeted us with a friendly smile, and we waited briefly before Dr. Ramirez came out to meet us.

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"Good morning, Luciana," he said warmly, guiding me into his office. "How has your knee been since our last session?"

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"It's been manageable," I replied. "Still sore, but I've been doing the exercises and following the advice you gave me."

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Dr. Ramirez examined my knee carefully, noting the progress since our last meeting. He applied gentle pressure and asked me to perform a few movements to assess the current state of the swelling and flexibility. His experienced hands worked methodically, providing me with the reassurance I needed.

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"We're seeing some improvement," he said, nodding appreciatively. "The swelling has decreased slightly, which is a good sign. But we need to continue working on your strength and range of motion."

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He guided me through a series of exercises, focusing on strengthening the muscles around my knee and improving my flexibility. The exercises were designed to be gentle yet effective, aimed at preparing my knee for the upcoming surgery. Each movement was a step toward rebuilding the strength and stability I needed.

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As we finished the exercises, Dr. Ramirez gave me additional advice on managing pain and staying motivated. "You're doing well, Luciana. Keep up with these exercises, and remember, recovery is a gradual process. Stay patient and focused."

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With my session complete, Ferran and I left the clinic. The fresh air outside felt invigorating, and I was grateful for the progress we had made. Ferran had mentioned that he would take me to a training session with some of his teammates later, and I was curious to see how that would go.

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We drove to a nearby sports complex where Ferran's team was training. The facility was bustling with activity, and the sight of athletes in action brought back memories of my own training. Ferran parked the car, and we walked toward the training field.

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As we approached, I noticed a group of players warming up. My heart skipped a beat when I saw Pedri among them. He was in the midst of a light jog, his focus intense. The sight of him stirred a mix of emotions in me—curiosity, apprehension, and a hint of excitement.

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Ferran greeted his teammates with his usual enthusiasm, and I could sense the camaraderie among the group. Pedri looked up and met my gaze. There was a moment of unspoken recognition as our eyes locked. I could see the surprise in his eyes, and for a brief second, time seemed to stand still.

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"Hey, Luciana!" Pedri said, his voice warm and friendly as he approached us. "It's good to see you again. How's the recovery going?"

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"It's going," I replied, trying to keep my tone light despite the undercurrent of nerves. "Just taking it one day at a time."

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Pedri gave me an encouraging smile. "I'm sure you're doing great. It's nice to see you here."

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We chatted briefly as Ferran introduced me to his teammates. Pedri's presence was a comforting one amidst the whirlwind of recovery. His genuine interest in my well-being was appreciated, and it helped ease some of the tension I had been feeling.

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Ferran led me to the sidelines where we watched the training session. Pedri's skill and agility on the field were impressive, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of longing for the days when I was in the midst of competition. But seeing Pedri's dedication and focus reminded me of why I had to keep pushing forward.

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As the session progressed, Ferran and I talked about his training and the upcoming matches. His passion for the game was evident, and it was clear that he found great joy in his work. Despite the challenges I was facing, his positive attitude was infectious.

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The training session eventually came to an end, and the players gathered around for a cool-down. Pedri approached us again, his expression a mix of casual friendliness and sincere concern.

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"I hope the physiotherapy is going well," he said, giving me a reassuring smile. "If you need anything, just let me know."

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"Thank you, Pedri," I said, grateful for his kindness. "I really appreciate it."

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Ferran and I said our goodbyes and headed back to the car. The drive home was filled with a sense of quiet reflection. Pedri's presence had been a welcome distraction, and it had made the day feel a bit brighter.

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Back at Ferran's house, I settled into my room, feeling a mixture of fatigue and optimism. The day had been filled with small victories—progress in my recovery, support from my brother, and a connection with old friends. It was a reminder that even in the midst of challenges, there were moments of hope and encouragement.

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As I prepared for bed, I reflected on the day. The journey ahead was still uncertain, but I felt a renewed sense of determination. With Ferran's support, the guidance of Dr. Ramirez. I knew I could face whatever came next.

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I was ready to embrace the recovery process, to continue working hard, and to find strength in the support of those around me. The road to recovery would be long, but I was prepared to take it one step at a time, with hope and resilience guiding me forward.

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