Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 781 Bloodstained

A gust of wind blew in my face, and the bone-chilling cold penetrated into my body through my pores. My cold blood froze into ice, and goose bumps appeared on my skin.

However, Levi was completely unaware and had no intention of paying attention to any of this at the moment. He just hurried forward, stumbling into the night.

Until he caught a glimpse of a shadow in his peripheral vision, like the god of death, waiting quietly at the hospital door, and it immediately grabbed Levi's heart.

"…Who, who's there?"

In the dim night, the figure huddled beside the steps in front of the hospital entrance. His frail body seemed unable to bear the weight of the night and was almost completely crushed and swallowed up. His body trembled slightly, and even his vitality dimmed and dissipated bit by bit in the night, like a candle in the wind.

That, obviously, is not the Grim Reaper.

Levi braked and stopped, then turned around to look carefully. The figure was vaguely outlined in the hazy glow of the hospital lights and moonlight.

I couldn't help but doubt my own eyes.

"…Felix?"

As soon as I called out, the image in my mind became clear.

"Felix!"

Levi walked quickly forward and looked around, but he didn't see Karen. Felix didn't even have his wheelchair with him, but just sat down on the cold steps.

How did Felix get here?
But now Levi had no time to think about this. Felix, who was trembling in front of him, was even more worrying, and his heart suddenly contracted.

A feeling of uneasiness quickly filled my chest.

"God, Felix, are you okay?"

As he walked forward, he took off his coat and wrapped Felix tightly, then raised his head and was about to enter the hospital to find a wheelchair.

Felix can't stay outside all the time.

"Why are you sitting here alone? Let's go in first..."

Unexpectedly, Felix grabbed Levi's arm and stopped him.

Levi sat back down, confused, and looked at Felix.

Felix raised his head, pulled the corners of his mouth, and revealed a smile that was uglier than crying, "I... I dare not."

Don't dare?

What are you afraid of?
Levi didn't understand.

Felix took a deep breath, "It should be mine. It shouldn't be Annie, it should be me."

"She...how could she...No, this is not right, it should be me."

Before he could finish his words, Felix's right hand, which was like a dead branch, tightly grasped Levi's arm, as if he was grasping at a life-saving straw, and stared at Levi blankly.

Then, it collapsed.

There was no expression, no words, tears just burst out of his eyes and fell on the back of Levi's hand, almost burning him.

That kind of despair, that kind of pain, swept past with overwhelming force, shattering all my strength and courage, and completely losing my resistance.

Levi couldn't breathe, "No, Felix, it's not like that."

However, there was no light in Felix's eyes, and he just shook his head slightly.

"That's not fair."

This sentence was like a heavy hammer, hitting my chest hard.

"This is unfair. It should be me. Annie is getting better, isn't it? Annie always cooperates with all the treatments in the hospital, isn't it? The doctor said that this round of chemotherapy has shown results, isn't it?"

"But... why?" Rhetorical questions and interrogations came barging down on Levi one after another, but he had no answers to any of them. He was speechless like a fool.

"It shouldn't be like this. She's only eleven years old. Her twelfth birthday is in two weeks. We're still discussing how to celebrate. I'm thinking about what birthday present I should give her, but now I can't give it to her."

"Levi, what do you think? I'll give Annie a signed jersey as a birthday present. Not just you, but all 53 players on the team, as well as Coach Reed and Vicki. Everyone, no one can be left out. How about that? Because we're all with her."

"She'll like it. She'll definitely like it."

"It wasn't supposed to go this way. It wasn't supposed to end this way. No!"

One sentence, another sentence.

Felix fell into deep anger and despair, staring blankly at his stiff and straight hands. His muscles were tensed to the extreme, and it seemed that his hands were covered in blood.

That kind of pain is heart-wrenching.

The survivors' guilt is truly cruel.

But what is even more cruel is that even Felix himself is struggling on the line between life and death, and the invisible shadow of death is still strangling his throat.

It was obvious that Felix had done nothing wrong. Not only that, he himself was suffering great pain and had just escaped from the gates of hell. But now he was tormented by his own survival, as if he had taken Anne's life, and breathing became a painful torture.

That kind of struggle cannot be described in words.

Levi took a deep breath, but his mouth was full of bitterness and he couldn't say a word.

Looking at Felix falling apart in front of him, Levi also sat down on the steps, next to Felix, providing him with a small harbor.

Felix carefully hid himself behind Levi's shoulder and hid in the shadows. He could no longer control himself and cried out.

He bit his mouth tightly and closed his lips, using all his strength to control himself, crying silently. Because it was too painful and because he was crying too hard, his whole body curled up, but no sound was made.

"I can't... I don't dare..."

"I'm sorry, I don't dare."

"I can't see her. I'm like a coward in front of her. I don't even dare to fight back properly..."

As he spoke, tears drowned out his voice. Felix buried his face in his palms, hiding all the pain and struggle.

Mahomes was rubbing his eyes. Kelce, who was walking in front of him, suddenly stopped. He also stopped and looked in the direction Kelce was looking.

At a glance, I saw two figures sitting on the steps, "Levi..."

The next second, Mahomes noticed Felix next to him. The suppressed and dull crying tore through the air and instantly hit his chest.

Mahomes opened his mouth, but before he could make a sound, his moist eyes were filled with tears again and he turned away in embarrassment.

Memories of his funeral before his death came to his mind, the images were still vivid, and Felix thought that he might be the next target of the Grim Reaper.

But I never expected that the girl with a sunny smile, the girl who said "I hope people forget me" with strength and confidence, the girl who was worried that her parents might never get over it, the girl who kept talking about wanting to go to Arrowhead Stadium to watch the game...

He left just like that, caught off guard.

Kelsey kept telling herself to move forward, take a step forward, there was nothing to be nervous or afraid of, and to go forward and give the boy some comfort.

But his feet remained stationary, motionless, as if there was a huge chasm before him. He finally stopped timidly.

He didn't like this kind of cowardice. To be more precise, he hated this kind of cowardice.

Today, they have experienced too many such moments, and the sadness, pain, and anger have reminded them again and again:

In fact, they are not that powerful. Even superheroes can hardly change their fate, not to mention that they are not superheroes.

(End of this chapter)