"Hey, buddy." Berry gently bumped Houston's shoulder, warmly welcoming back the old-timer with a smile, "So, what did the test results say?"
Houston looked at Berry's careful movements, as if handling something fragile, "You don't need to be so cautious, do you?"
Berry maintained his smile, "The answer should come from you, shouldn't it? Do I need to be careful?"
Houston sighed lightly, his old friend still understood him, "Mild concussion, mandatory four weeks of rest, at least."
Berry patted Houston's shoulder again. For their age and bodies, any injury was difficult, as their bodies were becoming more fragile and recovery was harder, and the news of injuries was always disheartening.
Then Berry smiled again, "Fortunately, it seems we two old bones won't need to be on the field tonight."
Following Berry's gaze, Houston took a deep breath and paused there for a long time before exhaling deeply.
