I.E.D. Wolf

The Rest Of The Day

The rest of the school day I couldn't help but think about practice. I wasn't paying attention and I ran into someone and dropped the lacrosse ball that I was holding. I felt really bad about running into him, and apparently so did he, because we said "Sorry" in complete unison. The boy I ran into, Stiles, then picked up my ball and handed it to me. I replied with gratitude and started to leave. He tried to ask me something, but I was already around the corner.

The rest of the day, I just got to find out where my classes were, as well as get to know my teachers. It turned out that I had every class with a boy, Liam, who was on the lacrosse team. And ironically, we sat next to each other in every class. I was a little happy because I had met him because of tryouts this morning, but I was still pretty shy around everyone here.

Since I wasn't sure if I was on the lacrosse team or not, I ask Liam if he would practice with me before and after tryouts. To my surprise, he agreed and we planned to practice shooting right when we got out there.

I had a decent arm so some of my shots went in the goal here and there, but Liam was an amazing goalie, and he didn't even play that position. One thing I hope he didn't pick up on was, when I'm about to shoot I mumble patterns with the words "left" and "right", which for me signal which side I'm going to shoot on.

During tryouts we played a little scrimmage, half-vs-half, and I scored about 4 goals. I wasn't a ball hog though, I tried to pass as much as I could, but I soon got the ball back to shoot. With 2 minutes left of practice, we tried to get one more shot in the game. I got the ball right when the whistle blew, but I soon passed it to number 9. He ran it upfield, while I was getting up and open, he quickly passed it to me, and I ran up to two defenders and I was about to go around them, but one tripped me and I went flying, but when I landed I think I broke my arm about 4 inches above my wrist.

Shockingly enough, it didn't hurt and I was trying to say that I was fine, but number 11, one that tripped me, saw that I was hurt, and said that him, number 24, and Liam should take me to the nurse's office. I tried to state that I was fine and that I could walk there, but Coach insisted that they take me.

While we were walking I collapsed on the ground in pain, since my adrenaline finally wore off and all the pain suddenly rushed to my arm, it hurt so bad, and I drown out the noises around me. I tried to push the bone back into place. I guess my body was in too much shock to be able to use that much force. Then my asthma starting acting up. I must have look like a total idiot, because there I was on the ground trying to get to a wall to push my arm against to get the bone I place, while having an huge asthma attack, so I could barely breath. Pretty much I just looked like someone army crawling on the ground, gasping for breath.

When I finally got to a wall, someone pulled me to help me lean on the wall. I saw someone waving their hand in front of my eyes while someone else was snapping, but the weird part was I couldn't hear the snapping. That's when everyone started realizing what was happening. I saw someone running towards us. I started grabbing my throat to try and help me breath when someone put an inhaler in my other hand. They put it in the hand with the broken wrist. It hurt like hell, and I could barely move it. I then just stopped breathing all together.

Since there was no oxygen in my body now, my heartbeat speed up and it was enough power in my body to raise my arm and put the inhaler in my mouth. My hand was shaking too much, so I had to use my other hand in a really fast transition. About 5 seconds after, I finally had enough strength to work the inhaler, and I was breathing fine again. After a couple deep breaths, my body was so weak and it just slide right down the wall. I then blacked out, all I remember was one of them picking me up and running.