WE ARE A PACK

LIAM

"Harder!"

I grunt, sweat dripping from my eyes, pushing harder than before.

"Yes, like that. Again."

My teeth are clenched as I repeat the motion, and I feel my body tighten from overexertion. We have been at it for two hours now, and I can feel myself starting to get tired.

"Don't slack off, again."

"Fuck!" I curse out, giving my all before collapsing on the floor.

"You are slowing down," Travis throws me a water bottle, and I collapse on the floor, utterly exhausted.

"Yeah, well I am getting back. I haven't been here in ages."

"Like I said, slacking off," he removes the gloves, throwing them on the floor as he takes water as well.

"How are you? We haven't seen each other since you were in the hospital."

I groan, as I sit up, wiping sweat off my brow. "I'm good now."

"Really? You were boxing more vigorously for someone fine. You were not pacing yourself like you usually do."