Seeking Hope

Concussion

Aiden's POV

I had missed 10 minutes of class before she came searching. She busts open the door, "Aiden?" I mumble a reply about all I could manage. She opens the door and gasps, "Holy shit, what the fuck happened?" I close my eyes, room spinning, before throwing up again. "Shit. Fuck, okay um, hang on." She rushes to the sink, grabbing a handful of paper towels and wets them in the sink. She gently presses the towels to my head, and I wince. Her hand jerks back, "Sorry!" I blink for a few moments before replaying, "It's okay." She frowns, carefully cleaning me up, "Aiden, you need to go to the nurse. This gash is bad. Plus, I think you have a concussion." She puts her finger in front of my face and makes me follow it. She looks at me worriedly, "Is there anyone else you trust to get help? I don't think I can support you all the way to the nurses office." I think for a moment, "Yeah, I have a friend, his name is Keith.  He should be in Mrs. Brayshaw's class." She nods and rushes off.

Dayna's POV

I search for Mrs. Brayshaw's class. I find it and nervously peeked my head in. "Sorry for the interruption, but can I borrow Keith for a few moments? My friend is sick in the boy's restroom." She sighs but motions for him to go ahead before continuing the lesson. He follows out the room and tilts his head, "You're the new girl Aiden talks about, right?" I blush a bit,  "He talks about me?" He grins, "Oh yeah, he never shuts up." My blush darkens, "Oh." I shake my head, "Um actually I dragged you out of class because of him. He got beat up pretty bad in the bathroom, and I think he has a concussion. I need some help getting him to the nurse." Keith nods, face suddenly serious and grave, "Let's go."

We reach the bathroom and carefully maneuver Aiden between us. We slowly walk to the nurse, making sure Aiden is holding the napkin to his head. The nurse keeps a serious expression, but from her movements, you can tell she is concerned. "What happened?" She lays him on the small bed and examines the gash gently. I clear my throat before answering, "He was late to class so I went to look for him and found him in the bathroom, he slipped and hit his head on the edge of the toilet, I think he has a concussion." She nods, and shines a light in his eyes, "Yes, definitely, gosh he's lucky the cut isn't severe enough to need anything more than a few butterfly stitches." She mutters and shakes her head, "I swear I tell them they need to make sure they properly clean those bathrooms." She cleans the wound and puts the stitches on. "Now, unfortunately, I can't let you go back to class, is there someone I can contact to come get you? You need to rest." He shakes his head before groaning at the movement, "Ow, no, my parents are both at work." I step in, "I can see if my mom will get him, he's my neighbor so I can make sure he gets home and gets some rest." She frowns but agrees. She let's me use her phone while Keith nudges Aiden's shoulder, grinning and whispers. Aiden's eyes widen, and he lightly smacks Keith on the arm. My mom answers, and I quickly explain the situation. She's quiet for a moment, "Poor boy. I'll head that way in a few. Let your sister know, I'll grab her too." I roll my eyes and agree before the call ends. I tell the nurse my mom is on the way, and Keith waves, "Okay, I'm headed back to class. Keep me updated, Aiden." He smirks before walking out. The nurse quickly calls our 4th block teacher, explaining the situation. I text my sister, who answers quickly, "Thank God, I hate history class." After about 15 minutes, my mom arrives and we head home.

I help Aiden into his house, gently sitting him on the bed. His room was cute, a bit messy, but who's isn't? He blushes, embarrassed. "Sorry, I wasn't expecting anyone." I smile. "Don't worry about it, do you need anything?" He blushes a bit more, "Maybe some water?" I nod and follow his directions to the kitchen. After grabbing a bottle from the fridge, I head back. He has sprawled across the bed. I hand him the bottle, "You're gonna get dirt on the bed with those shoes." He kicks them off, chugging the water. I chuckle, "Scootch." He lifts an eyebrow, moving over some. I carefully cover him up with the blanket, blushing as I realize how close I am to him. He looks at me, blushing darkly. "Um.. thank you.." I blush darker, staring at his blue eyes, his lips. Before I could stop myself, I closed the distance between us. I brush a gentle kiss to his lips, shaking slightly. His eyes widen, and I pull back quickly. "I, um, I should go." I grab my bag and rush out the room. I quickly head home and up to my room, burying myself under my blankets. 'I can't believe I just did that, oh my God, he's gonna think I'm crazy. Stupid, stupid, stupid.' I curl up, but I can't stop thinking of it. I touch my lips, and drift off to sleep, replaying the moment in my head.