I had a vague memory that the injured athlete was in the lane next to Orion’s.

The athlete wasn’t from our campus team. His teammates were furiously discussing something, and one of them was shouting angrily, pointing in another direction.

He charged over, throwing the other person to the ground and pounding his fists into the person's face.

I felt a surge of anxiety because it seemed like the person being attacked on the ground was Orion.

Orion effortlessly grabbed the attacker’s arm, blocking his blows.

“Fuck! If it weren’t for hitting my hand, I would’ve crossed the finish line first! That gold medal should belong to our team!” the...