the moment his body hit the ground

The moment his body hit the ground, my heart sank. His skin turned pale, beyond pale, it became ashen gray and my heart stopped as I saw him lying there, on top of the freshly cut grass, face down on the ground wincing in pain. His eyes were like I have never seen before, his handsome face crinkled with pain. For that moment, I had nightmares, my heart and mind ran wild and I was scared to death. For his pain hurt me and as I followed them into that locker room, fear and worry were running through every inch of me. I was so afraid, more afraid than perhaps I've ever been. I love him so much and we have such a special bond, my little brother lying there in front of me on the ground, hurt and unable to breath. For that moment when his body hit the ground I knew something was wrong. And I will hold his hand as he recovers and heals, his pain became my pain as well and he will be alright. So shaken was he that his breath was troubled and in that uncertainty, my thoughts ran rampant, but I will pray for him and hold his hand through all his pain for all my years.