[color=fff79a][b]Enrico Modena[/b][/color]
[i]Sports Field, Trespiano, Italy[/i]
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At the foot of the bleachers — right next to the coach’s seat, the bench and the haphazard stack of the team's belongings — sat a young Enrico Modena, looking all the world as if he didn't want to be there. Eyes locked on a book and expression far too austere, the fifteen year old looked rather out of place in the sports field during this bright, sunny and hope-filled afternoon. But regardless of his apathetic countenance, it was an undeniable fact that the youth had earned his right to be there, and was himself an essential part of the personnel. After all, if someone were to suffer an injury, it would be up to him to ensure they were properly taken care of.

...But nobody was injured right now, so he would read just his book. 

Football wasn't his sport anyway.

As his eyes ran across lines of text, his mind wandered towards his apparent schedule for rest of the afternoon: Granny had slated him for a shift at the restaurant later, and he had to bring a few finished books back to the library before they started accumulating late fees and besmirching his reputation for punctual returns. With any luck, he could add the one he was reading now to that list as well, and pick up the last book in the series. Beyond that, his Saturday night was to be spent alone and devoid of activity, unlike his morning. Most people would've been disappointed by that fact, but most people also had active social lives. 

Enrico was not most people.

Time passed, and the hyperactive din of sporting events, which for Enrico had long since blurred into an indistinct background noise, was cut through by the sharp screech of electrical feedback and a vulgar declaration, and followed by silence. Enrico looked up to see what had caused such a sudden halt to all the activity...

...and at that moment, something that wasn’t his problem became his problem. 

The medic set his book down pages-first onto the bulky, teal first aid box resting on his lap, made a cone around his mouth with his hands, and directed all his attention to the announcer's booth. [color=fff79a]"Hey Announcer!"[/color] he called out across the field, [color=fff79a]"You're annoying people, so please shut up or think of better jokes. Unless it's food poisoning, I don't wanna see you in the hospital because of poor taste."[/color]

Enrico lowered his hands from his mouth and gripped the sides of his book, propping it up. However, he wasn't done just yet; the announcer may have cast the first stone, but neither party was without sin. [color=fff79a]“Don't think you've gotten off easy, Eleven,"[/color] Enrico's sharp gaze fell upon the disgruntled young Palladino boy, [color=fff79a]"That's not how we treat expensive school equipment. More importantly, it makes my job harder if you start busting spectators' heads over weak shit like that. Chill out, please and thank you."[/color]

And with that, his job was done.

Enrico lifted the book up and resumed reading from where he had left off and tuning out everything else, content that he had done his best to mitigate future injury. After all, it was as the saying went: "an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure". 

...What about his sister? Here was another saying: "physician, heal thyself". Or in this case:

[color=fff79a]"Congratulations, Alex. If you're okay, that means you can patch yourself up."[/color]