Kayla woke up with her head in Aron's lap. Literally. Her head was resting on his left knee, which was really hurting her temple. She shifted, but pain radiated from the base of her head.
"Stop moving!" Someone shouted. Kayla froze. Through the haze she was fighting, she knew it was Aron's voice. Crap.
"What happened?" Kayla faintly remembered tripping over something and landing...on Aron. "I should move." she said groggily, and tried to move again, but Aron's warm hands gently forced her back down.
"Mr. Quintey said not to move you, so shut up and stop moving."
"Can you at least move my head? You have a bony knee."
Aron took his sweatshirt off from around his waist, put it on his lap, and shifted her head.
"Better?"
Kayla nodded, then stopped because it hurt.
"Mr. Quintey left to call an ambulance. He's coming back."
"An ambulance? I don't need to go to the hospital."
'You hit your head really hard, therefore you need to go. Shut up and accept it."
Kayla laughed softly. She became vaguely aware of people around herr.
"Oh, my gosh, Kayla! Oh, my, GOSH are you okay?" Mari was yelling in her ear. Or was she?
"Not so loud, please." Kayla begged. Everyone was shouting. And it was really bright out. Like, really bright out.
"Crap. Crap. Come on, Kayla, stay with me here." Aron said, but it was hard to hear him. His voice was fading away.
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When Kayla opened her eyes next, it was in a hospital room. A doctor was there, puttering around by the edge of her bed. He looked toward her and saw she was awake.
'Welcome back, Miss Kayla."
"Where am I?" she asked, attempting to sit up. Bad idea.
"Sit down, please, Miss Kayla. You've had a nasty blow to the back of the head. One of the worst concussions I've seen. Had us worried there."
"What time is it? How long have I been here?"
"It's nine by my watch. You've been here for three hours or so." The doctor finished jotting down notes in his chart. "Your mother was in here earlier, but she had to go home to take care of your sister. She asked me to call when you woke up."
"When can I go home?"
"I'd like to keep you under observation overnight just to make sure things are okay, but otherwise you seem fine. We were able to relieve the pressure, so no brain damage."
This sounded way serious for just a trip. Kayla asked, "So when can I go back to marching band and stuff?"
"Not until that ankle heals up." The doc nodded toward a wrapped and swollen ankle she hadn't noticed before. "And I want you to relax for the next week or so. I prescribed painkillers for the ankle and the headache, and you may feel a little dizzy, but you should be done with the fainting spells."
Kayla nodded. She was feeling tired, and wished the man would leave so she could get some sleep.
"I'll let you sleep. Oh, hold on." he fumbled in his pocket and pulled out her cell phone. "Your mom gave this to me to give to you. You can go ahead and call, text, whatever, but you're on a morphine drip, so you might fall asleep soon."
She thanked him and watched as he shut tthe door softly behind him. Her phone lit up. It was a text from Aron.
AB: Awake yet?
She texted back.
KS: Just woke up. I'm a regular Sleeping Beauty.
AB: You're making jokes! Bad jokes! You must be okay!
KS: You're hilarious. Apparently I could have died.
AB: I was worried for a bit there.You passed out in my lap.
KS: Aron Bowe, tell me I did not pass out in your lap. OMG
AB: Yep. It was a scene straight out of the movies.
KS: OMGOMG i'm so sorry ahh this is so embarrassing
AB: Shut up. It wasn't your fault.
KS: this is mortifying
AB: Not as much as having your friends call you 'girl killer'
KS: wth?! :D
AB: Everyone is blaming me for giving you the concussion
KS: Totally not your fault. I'm just so awkward
AB: No, I should have moved.
KS: SHUT UP ARON
AB: MAKE ME
AB: Kayla?
AB: I'm going to assume you're either dead or asleep.
AB: Really hoping you're asleep
AB: Goodnight :)
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Sax and the City
RomanceKayla is a senior and leader of the Alto Sax section. Aron is a sophomore and second chair. It seems like destiny meant them to be together, but Aron is doing everything he can to avoid her. Is it meant to be? Or just a sax-ident waiting to happen?
