Jared and his linebackers jumped me while he was walking across the field. I can hold my own, but not against massive douchebags. I know I said something stupid like, "Really, Jared? You too wimpy to beat on me on your own?" People started to gather. The crowd became so thick it made even Jared the look small. I guess he was waiting for everyone to be there because when the crowd started to hold their breath in anticipation is when he hit me. He punched me straight in the gut. Then in the face, and again in the jaw. My head bobbed and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Alannah, standing there, watching. He hit me again and my vision went black for a second. When it came back she was running. It became just snippets of her running to me. I thought to myself, "maybe she wanted to join in," and I laughed a little out loud. Then I heard Jared say, "Oh you think this is funny?" That's when I blacked out from a punch to the side of my face.
I came to only a few minutes later. I could barely see but what I could see what Alannah shouting (even though I couldn't hear it I knew) and her sticking her finger into his chest angrily. The next thing I saw was my own vomit on the ground in front on me. Then, I felt it. The roaring pain throughout my body was unbearable but I couldn't move. My whole body was limp. I tried to pick up my head but I couldn't. Eventually, I was dropped by the football players onto the ground. Luckily, Alannah caught my head in her lap and started speaking. I couldn't hear her though, I could just see her lips moving. Agh, her lips. They were so beautiful but not as beautiful as her eyes. They were a beautiful steel color that made it so she always looked strong like the warrior she really was, not some petty girl that the rest of the girls were. That's when I blacked out.
I woke up I wanna say ten minutes later with Alannah looking at me with wide eyes. When she saw me coming to she snapped in my face and said, "Hey, wake up!" I slowly sat up, which was super painful, but I managed to get into some sort of sitting position. She had a first aid kit out and was dabbing alcohol at my forehead which I assumed she was doing before I awoke, too. I had band-aids all over my face and a wet cloth across my left eye. Why does this feel familiar? Oh yeah, because this used to happen all the time. Then I realized that this used to happen. She used to patch me up after fights. "Alannah," I said quietly.
"Yes, Q?" She looked me straight in the eye and flashed her famous don't-say-a-word-or-I-kill-you look. I just nodded and let her do her thing. After she was done she helped me up and said, "Alright, time for a hospital." I looked at her confused and she just responded by saying, "Yeah, he broke at least one rib and you'll need some stitches on your forehead." That's when two men in white jumpsuits with the red cross on it and walked me into an ambulance. The last thing I saw before passing out again was Alannah jumping into the back of the ambulance with us. He looked extremely out of it but I could tell he was accepting my comfort. I guess he realized who I was and what I was doing cause he looked at me with sort of a dumb, drunk, and confused look and just said my name. "Yes, Q," I responded. He was about to talk again but never did since I gave him a look that had always shut him up since we met. He let me finish and then he let me help him to his feet. "Okay time for the hospital."
I rode with him to the hospital because the paramedics wanted to ask me question about the victum and because I felt responsible. He came in and out of conciousness every now and then, never realizing where he was or anything around him except me. It honestly sounded like he was drunk and it was kinda cute. One time he woke up and said, "Alannah?" I asked, "Yes, Q?" And he said back, "Did you know your the most beautiful girl I've ever met?" I smiled gently and told him to go back to sleep and he just nodded and passed out again.
