Concussion •Miniminter•

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I was so overwhelmed by all the facts being thrown at me. A part of me wanted to cry, but the other part was numbly focused on the pain. I squinted my eyes and let out a breath, letting me fall back onto the pillow. No tears came, yet I felt like I could cry a river.

"I need to be alone, please," I breathed, signaling everyone to murmur their way out. But, I heard a single body slump onto the lonely chair in the room. I peaked my eyes open; it was the other blonde that wasn't Harry.

"Who are you?" I simply questioned, my tone a little on the annoyed side. He looked up to me, then down to his hands.

     "Don't worry about me, you need to sleep," he urged, his voice soft through my ears.

"No- I just wanted everyone to leave, but I want to know about you. So, what's your name?" I perked up once again, himself sighing as he sat up in his chair.

"Simon Minter," he answered. That was a cool name, it sounded fresh.

"Why are you holding a can of, chips?" I pointed to the red little can he held in his hand.

"Oh, these are for you, I had taken them from you before and you asked me to replace them, so..." he grinned as he seemed to be happy remembering that.

"So the football kit you're wearing; in the video Harvey- I mean, Harry showed me I wore red and you're wearing black, so why would you, from the opposite team, be here with me?" Simon looked at himself up and down, making note of the all black he was wearing.

He explained to me how there were two teams, one of them consisting of "YouTubers" and the other consisting of the Fans who played to raise money for charity. He also mentioned that he was a YouTuber, and that we were the caption of the teams who had to plan stuff together.

"See, my wristband says my YouTube name, my football number, and my role; captain. Yours says something similar," he pointed to the table that the alarm clock was sitting on; a red wristband was sat there. I picked it up, and as I spun it in my fingers the words revealed themselves; Bailey, 36, and Captain.

     "Wow, that's awesome," I breathed, "Who won the game?" I questioned, curious to how good everyone could play.

     "You guys won, barely. It was 3-2." He answered.

     "And you said you were a "YouTuber," right?"

     "Um, yeah," he looked at me confused.

     "What does that mean?" I asked. He looked at me with wide eyes.

     "You mean you don't know what YouTube is?" He asked, clearly aghast. As he opened his mouth to say something else, there was a knock on the opened door; it was the doctor once again, followed by Jack- no, Jay. He was asked to leave, dropping the can of chips off on the table.

     "We'll talk later yeah?" He smiled as he left, not giving me a chance to say anything back.

     I liked Steven. I liked the fact that I could keep asking questions and he would answer all of them. I don't know how I had known him before he was part of the "YouTubes," but I hope I get to know him more than I know myself right now.

     The doctor came in with pills for my pain and with a better diagnostic; apparently the way I hit Harry in the head had caused my skull to fracture, making my brain hit the opposite side of my head. When I hit the ground, it damaged the other side of my head, making my brain bounce the opposite way once again.

     "Your brain hit in the most perfect spot both times, causing your memory sections to damage," he thoroughly explained. I popped the pills in my mouth and swallowed them with water as he spoke.

     "I wouldn't say 'perfect' is the best term of describing that," I mumbled to myself. "Will I ever get my memory back?" I pleaded. The doctor paused.

     "Unfortunately, there's only a 15% percent chance of regaining your memory," The doctor solemnly told. My heart shattered as I sat, silent in my hollow thoughts.

     "I'm sorry Bailey. I'll leave you two," he silently added as he left the dimly lit room.

     "I'll let you be. Get some sleep," Jay whispered as he held my hand for a second, squeezing it before letting go and trailing out of the room, leaving me alone.

I cried myself to sleep.
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