Faces peer down on me. Everything is blurry, but focuses after a few seconds. "She opened her eyes!" a voice calls.
"Finally."
"Everyone! Give her room!" a very familiar voice says.
"Coach?" This voice belongs to me, sounding quiet and distant. "What happened?"
"You broke your nose and kept playing. You passed out." Coach explains.
"Come here miss." A foreign voice says. "I am Mr. Johnson, the school and sports 'doctor'. I must see if you have a concussion." He is a tall, strong and an African American. He has big, dark, concerned looking eyes. "Follow my finger with your eyes." He says. He moves his finger back and forth. My eyes can't focus and everything is blurry. He sighs and says, "Ok. Now answer these simple questions. Okay?"
"Sure." I reply.
"What is your name?"
"Lindsey Zytillo."
"When is your birthday?"
"August 28." I say with no hesitation.
"What were you just doing?"
I stare at him blankly. What was I just doing? Why are these people crowding around me? Why don't I know? "I don't know." I admit.
"Concussion." Mr. Johnson tells my coach. "No doubt."
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Hey! Sorry for the short chapters. I am often lazy and read other stories instead of updating my own. Thanks for the reads and votes! Pleas continue to vote and read. (Feel free to comment what you think so far.) :D
~Kylie.
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